Notes to Myself

This book taught me two things - the first being that there's always something new to be gained from novels, and sometimes to the point that it could be life-changing. The second would be the fact that there is always some half-forgotten books lying around in your home, just waiting for your attention - finish it, before buying something new.
This book was a gift to Mom by Dad back in 2005 - and it's been with us ever since. I don't know why I suddenly got the urge to read it a week ago, but I found this collection of blank verses at the perfect time in my life.
Apart from a few pages scattered with tidbits that have not aged well at all - Hugh Prather was really on to something here. Orwell said that “The best books are those that tell you what you know already.”, and I feel that this holds here - there's nothing that feels inaccessible, pandering, or otherworldly - in fact, Notes to Myself is utterly readable and a solid work of art. I won't spoil it, but suffice to say, there's something here for everyone.