Same with the nonfiction section. Why are both my Books of the Year books that broke me? Well, I guess that shows how good they are and how deep they go.
Thank you for the Reading Bracket @CSeydel
#BookoftheYear
so-soI picked this up on the personal recommendation of a bookseller, who loved it, and because the author‘s novel, Death Valley, was one of my favorite reads last year. All I can say is… this will not be one of my favorite reads this year. 🙈
I suspected it might be too much (and too gross) for me after the first two essays, about consuming your own bodily secretions and working for a tantric sex nonprofit, respectively.👇🏻
Library finds & several holds. I only have 14 days to read the tagged book. I can only do what I can do…
so-soUpon being asked “How are you?,” what do we mean when we say that we‘re “fine?” Eleanor Oliphant prides herself on being just fine, self-sufficient to the extreme and content in not speaking to another person for days. But when she suddenly falls for a handsome yet selfish musician, her hilarious pursuit of him causes her to tally the true cost of loneliness and find its salve in the form of friendship and an obligation to others.
pick4.5/5 ⭐️
Una storia d'amore che racconta una relazione imperfetta tra due persone ferite
Decisamente non la tipica storia d'amore, ma un racconto di come due persone possano amarsi tanto e nonostante ciò farsi comunque del male
According to Siegel, when we are feeling emotion, we are integrating and absorbing new awareness into our consciousness (2009). I often tell clients that tears can be thought of as a physical sign of the integration process that‘s occurring in our hearts and minds. When you cry these deeper tears of realization, you ultimately end up feeling better.
My secret Santa loves me! 😁
pickThis novel took me awhile to read, not because it‘s not fabulous. But because you need to be in a good state of mind to read it. Do not read if you are depressed!
Nora attempts to unalive herself and ends up in the midnight library where she can try on an infinite number of different lives until she finds one she wants to stay in.
But is the grass really greener on the other side? What truly determines a happy life?
