I’ve never recommended a book to someone after reading a mere 24 pages, but I did with this gem. It’s not going to speak to everyone as poignantly as it is to me, but I can almost guarantee that it will for any American or European women in her late twenties to early thirties. Reading the pages feels like looking in a mirror. It’s as if the author cracked open my skull like a brain surgeon and wrote about my thoughts, hopes, and fears instead of her own. Are the sometimes gripping,paralyzing fears I have hers too? Is what she captures in her memoir a common angst of 30-something white, middle class women who are privileged to have the many options, albeit confusing and too many, as we do? Malcontent. That’s what I’m talking about and that’s what she went on her journey to get rid of. She takes responsibility for her own content. This is what I must do if I am to find happiness in life. I made a career counseling appointment for Monday. I will figure this out – who I am, what I’m passionate about, what I want to be and do (which is not working in administration as I have for a decade). I’m inspired and have been given a kick in the butt thanks to this book.

Thanks to Blue Poppy for recommending it!

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