Quotable Friday: from Tiny Beautiful Things

“Of course you’re afraid of being judged and condemned. Some people will judge and condemn you, but most won’t. Our minds are small, but our hearts are big. Just about every one of us has fucked up at one point or another. You’re in a pickle. You did things you didn’t hope to do. You have not always been your best self. This means that you’re like the rest of us. I’ve never been in a humiliating situation when I wasn’t shocked by all the “normal” people who were also in the very same humiliating position. Humans are beautifully imperfect and complex.”

– Tiny Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed


Quotable Friday: from Tiny Beautiful Things

“The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.”

– Tiny Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed

Book Review: Tiny Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed

book review: tiny beautiful things by cheryl strayedTINY BEAUTIFUL THINGS
by Cheryl Strayed

Non-Fiction: Essays/Advice
Vintage, July 2012
Paperback, 368 pages
Source: Purchased

I never thought I would be the type of person to buy a book from the Self-Help section of the bookstore. And yet, a few weeks ago I found myself furtively sneaking down an isle lined with titles such as A Whole New You and The Happiness Code to ease a copy of Cheryl Strayed’s Tiny Beautiful Things from the shelf.

I loved Strayed’s memoir Wild when I read it this summer, and when I heard about Tiny Beautiful Things, a collection of pieces she wrote for the online advice column Dear Sugar, I decided to set aside my preconceived notions about advice columns and give it a shot. I’m so glad I did. Continue reading

Book Review: Wild by Cheryl Strayed

by Cheryl Strayed

Non-Fiction: Memoir
Knopf, March 2012
Hardcover, 315 pages

At the age of 26, Cheryl Strayed hit bottom. In the previous four years she had lost her mother to cancer, watched her grief-ridden family disintegrate, gotten divorced from a man she still loved, and developed a dangerous heroin habit. With her life in tatters and a constant howling misery inside her head, she decided to do something that was at once incredibly gutsy and ridiculously foolish: with no previous backpacking experience, Strayed made up her mind to spend roughly 100 days hiking the Pacific Crest Trail, a 2,663 mile trail running from Mexico to Canada along the crest of the Sierra Nevada and Cascade mountain ranges. And she was going to do it alone, reflecting on her life and working through her grief while her body pounded out the miles. Continue reading