The Happiness Project: Or Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morning, Clean My Closets, Fight Right, Read Aristotle, and Generally Have More Fun by Gretchen Rubin
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I finished this book and burst in to tears thinking about how much I love the life I have built. That’s weird considering I found Gretchen irritating. She is obviously a great researcher and writer, but her personal accounts are…not good. I can’t tell if she’s bad at reading a situation or if there is something else going on. That said, there is insightful stuff here. Ignore Gretchen’s personal life, read this book for yourself.
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We have very different definitions of “fiction”.
I love the library so much. During SIFF we saw The Punk Singer, all about Kathleen Hanna’s career and her struggle with lyme disease. The film triggered a memory of a book I read as a kid. Early 90s, part of a series, large family on vacation on an island, one kid is bitten by a tick, gets lyme disease and is carted around in a wagon. I’ve been unsuccessfully trying to remember the title of this children’s novel for about a month now.
Yesterday I was picking up my copious amount of holds at the Seattle Central Library when it occurred to me that I could ask a librarian. She found it in about five minutes. “11 Kids 1 Summer”. Unsurprising to anyone who knew me as a kid, it’s by the same author as The Babysitters Club.
The wagon is even on the cover!
This time I’m going to read it out in my garden with a glass of wine. Ah, childhood.