Thank you blogging for books for sending me this book. Ebay, anyone? I think I need inspiration/motivation from inside myself rather than from inside the pages of a book. The toy mechanical tiger that was my father's has memories for me from his stories, but they not only never met him, but never heard me tell the stories. I want to cut down on our possessions mostly because I know it would make my husband happy, and to save my children from having to decide what to do with it all. It's not a sin to treasure memories, and sometimes objects help keep the heart whole, or help a wounded one heal. What would really help me is a book that told me how to separate memories from objects, or how to detach myself from the joy those memories bring me of loved ones now gone, or times now past. I found the author to be a bit patronizing, as well. If my house catches on fire, it's not the universe biting me in the behind for my clutter, though it would be a misfortune. It means that I'm an avid reader and read a lot of books, though (now) keep only a smidgeon of what I read. Books by my bed don't mean that my primary relationship is with books rather than people. It did, a little, but I also found a lot in it that made me more irritated at the author than inspired. I've been on a purge of the "stuff" in our home for a while now, and hoped this book would encourage me to go forth with renewed energy.
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