Once upon a time, I went away to college. A devastating 4hr drive from home. I was grief stricken with homesickness and unable to cope. My mom, being the brilliant problem-solver that she is, knew the perfect cure.
The Japanese art of decluttering and organising.
As I turned the last page of this International phenomenon (6+ millions copies sold worldwide), I was enjoying my holiday, yet itching to get home. To my closets.
This is the book of the moment. The one everyone is talking about.
Set in 1960’s California, 14-year-old Evie is at the pinnacle of adolescence.
Life CAN be all ice cream cones and beach reads. Whoever told you otherwise is just a sad face clown. I choose to live by the très mature mantra: “you’re not the boss of me”. Unless of course, you ARE the boss of me. In which case, do you want me to work late tomorrow? But back to the junk food and breezy reads.
I saw The Big Short upon it’s release in cinemas last year. I thought it was really well done, making a seriously complex financial story seem almost comprehendible to a non-finance wizard like myself.
Jenny Lawson, aka The Blogess had big shoes to fill after her first mostly true memoir, Let’s Pretend This Never Happened, hit #1 on the New York Times Bestseller List.
I’m having a bit of a love affair with Young Adult Fiction at the moment. Drawn to the raw emotion, seeping out of the pores, in such hormone-fueled years. When done right (a la The Fault in our Stars) YA books have been known to make me ugly-cry worse than any homeless-pet commercial. Plus, I like to keep my finger on the pulse with today’s youth.