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Average rating3.8
Nothing has brought me greater joy than diving head-first into this memoir. Do I like memoirs? No. Do I have kids? No. Am I gay? Also no. Did I love the hell out of this book? Abso-freaking-lutely. What a feeling it is to empathize with another woman about the various tipsy turvey mountain of a life this is. I think I cried a different time for over half the chapters in this book (that NEVER happens). I honestly feel liberated. Glennon Doyle has such a way of describing in this book, which I would determine is composed of many mini-chapters (mini-tangents but potent with reflection and morality). Let's just say in the span of 48 hours, I've listened to this book twice and I bought the hard copy for underlining/bookmarking/ and future cherishing. This book is bible. It creates space for the reader to reflect, process, create, sink, be free, grow and grow some more and then when you couldn't take any more grow a liiiiiiiiittle more. I appreciate this book because in Glennons reflection about her role as a mother, I remembered my own childhood. I have been Tish, Glennon, Amma, Liz, and her mom in various situations during my life in moments and all at the same time. This book will be the book of the year for 2020-mark my words. And read this goddamn book dude. 6⭐️/5