Not a Book Review

I started listening to Brene Brown’s The Gifts of Imperfection (audio book). In a mere 30 minutes, she confirmed what I suspected (and the reason I picked up the ‘book’ in the first place), that I am not living whole heartedly. She offered some valuable starting points (this is not verbatim, just my personal take … Continue reading Not a Book Review →

Bookworm

I'd forgotten how delicious it is to get lost in a good book. I didn't remember, until just now, that the world around you disappears, all the sounds, smells, sensations, the movements of people. There is nothing but the world inside your book and you are a part of it, a welcome voyeur. It feels … Continue reading Bookworm →