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The 7 Laws of Magical Thinking: How Irrational Beliefs Keep Us Happy, Healthy, and Sane by Matthew Hutson. I picked this up randomly, because I wanted to know how to be happy, but I think it's preaching to the choir. I am basically composed 50% of Irrational Beliefs & Passionate Emotion, and 50% Cold, Unyielding Logic.
The Art of Loving by Erich Fromm, who approaches love from having studied law, religion, and sociology. He begins with the premise that the difficulty we have in love is from our lack of exercising the faculty, but we mistake our repeat failures as being caused by the object. In other words, we don't practice our art, and then cry over a lifetime of bad paintings, sobbing that there must be something wrong with the canvas. I like logic applied to emotion, because (see above). Also because I can't make heads nor tails of other people.
The Dead Beat: Lost Souls, Lucky Stiffs, and the Perverse Pleasures of Obituaries by Marilyn Johnson. The only book not having to do with self improvement, unless my ultimate aim is to be the subject of a particularly entertaining obituary. Hmmm.
Thirty Things Every Woman Should Have and Should Know By The Time She's 30 by the editors of Glamour. I almost didn't include this in the picture because I'm slightly ashamed of having picked it up, but let's face it -- I am, occasionally, pathetic. It's just like reading a magazine, but longer, and in book form, and without all the ads. My best friend is turning 29 this week, which reminds me that I only have about 15 months until I'M 30, and while that doesn't necessarily freak me out, I feel like a failure a lot of the time for not having my life together more, or at least together enough that I can feel unashamed of inviting people in to that life on any real or meaningful level. (Spoiler: I actually have a lot of the things on the list. IN YOUR FACE, 30!)
The Rook by Daniel O'Malley YES I have read this book before it's brilliant and you should go read it too, if you like BOOKS. AT ALL. And supernatural stuff, and bureaucracy, and laughing.
My brother got a book all about deep sea creatures, with lots of really great photos of blobby horrors and giant things with glowing eyes and tentacles. He has much better taste in books than I do, sometimes.
Also in the photo above, you can see my skirt of the day. My brother very kindly gave me some Crimbo Cash in the form of a Target gift card, which I used on two very nice skirts:
From yesterday, for my library outing. I was in a deep deep funk, which I think was showing on my face, which is why I was hiding under a big hood, but the worse I feel, the more I want to look pretty, so I used the skirt to let my legs have the day free.
Skirt #2, being let out of the closet today for a coffee date. I don't quite know how to style this one: most of the shirts I have don't work with it quite right. I could wear a blouse, but it's cold enough that I'd then have to wear a jacket, and then you wouldn't be able to see my cute outfit, and then WHAT IS THE POINT I ASK YOU. I thought about buying a bodysuit from Black Milk to solve the problem, but imagining trying to use a toilet in bodysuit + skirt was just too horrifying. For now, leggings and a track shirt do the trick.
How's it going, you guys? It's warming up where I live, and that's something. I hope everything is ok with you.
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