Due to a random turn of events, my husband came with me to the library to pick up a book I had on hold. I realized though that I in fact did NOT have a book on hold, the library had called me because I had a book overdue. (OOPS: confessions of a delinquent reader, who has a fine-free library). I obviously couldn’t leave empty-handed (I’m not a monster) so I perused the hot picks, the new fiction, but nothing was speaking to me. I was stumped but my husband said he would pick something out for me, but I had to agree to read it. I was intrigued.
After a brief walk around, he handed me this book, and I was gobsmacked. How dare he? But also, thank you, and dang you know me too well. (When he also handed me a lengthy book on economics I felt tricked and a little hostile, but that’s a review for another day).
This teeny little book is a fun and calming way to kill twenty minutes, it’s basically a self-help graphic novel. I was so charmed by it the next day I bought my own copy, and a week or so later I bought a copy for a friend, and will probably keep gifting it out.
It’s a little book filled with a lot of wisdom about how your mind isn’t always your friend, and a nice reminder that we all are plagued by doubts, and negative thoughts, but there are things you can try to get yourself out of the mire.
It’s filled with a whimsical and charming illustration style (like this, on the right), which was reminiscent of one of my favorite Little Golden Books, “There’s a Monster at the End of The Book.” If you’re looking for a pick-me-up or a gift for yourself, or someone else, check out this literary hug
(Oh, and also, if you’re staring down the barrel of a reading goal as we round the corner to December, you’ll be able to read this in about 20 minutes. STILL COUNTS).