Book #10 was supposed to be a yellow book with a butterfly on the cover, but in my hurry to get somewhere (and be there first, and happily wait with a book) I left it at home on the dining room table right next to my laptop
So I reached into the blue bag of books that I now carry everywhere with me and pull out the thinnest book.
I really want to read that butterfly-looking book, so I'm thinking this thin book will be a quick read; surely I can read these 150 pages before dinner and then knock another book out after that. Ooh, it's translated from French. Bonus.
Two pages into the book I realize this isn't a book that can be skimmed.
The narrative is bare, direct, vivid, and every single word matters to what comes next. This writer knew exactly what he wanted to say and how he wanted to take readers on this journey across the world with a man on a mindful pilgrimage to understand happiness.
Along the way way, the man writes out the lessons he learns as they unfold.
Twenty pages into the book I grab my folder (the one my son DIDN"T puke on! Yay!) and write "I love this book, it's smart."
This is the first book I've read that I had to (wanted to!) take notes from and create a list of quotes.
I have only one problem.
Twice on his journey the man meets lovely women with whom he connects deeply and "does what people in love do" but then doesn't explain it.
What? What? I want to know! Tell me!!!
Oh well. To quote this book, "Lesson #5: Sometimes Happiness is not knowing the whole story."
