#110 Tiny Beautiful Things
I have a good friend and colleague to thank for, for recommending this book. (I'm talking to you, Ilim 😀) Tiny Beautiful Things is unputdownable and brought me to tears and made me laugh out loud. I couldn't bring myself to stop reading it.
"Within the chaos of our shame and disappointment and rage there is meaning, and within that meaning is the possibility of rescue."
Drop everything, you said, Ilim; and I did (but not before I finished the last bit about Achilles and Patroclus in The Song of Achilles because that, too, was unputdownable.)
"That place of true healing is a fierce place. It's a giant place. It's a place of monstrous beauty and endless dark and glimmering light. And you have to work really, really, really hard to get there, but you can do it."
I have loved Cheryl Strayed's Wild and I love Tiny Beautiful Things even more. Before Wild, Cheryl Strayed was quietly beavering away as agony aunt "Dear Sugar" on the literary website The Rumpus. Her advice is sound and extraordinary. Tiny Beautiful Things is a compilation of letters written to Sugar and her counsel offered back to complex issues in a gorgeous, brilliant manner straight from the heart.
"You can't cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It's just there, and you will have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal."