When I was a soppy, moon eyed young thing, I read a book by Richard Bach called, Illusions: Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah. One of the themes in the story was that every book was magic. If you needed an answer to a question, all you needed to do was hold the question in your heart and open a book to any page and the Universe would provide you an answer.
Yeah. It was a long time ago.
Lately, I’ve been in a shadowy place. Not dark, really. Just….boggy, swampy, like something was pulling my feet down into the depressive muck and not letting go.
And suddenly, in my mailbox, popped this lovely miracle. It’s a lovely hardback book that smells like heaven. OH MY GODS, I had forgotten how good hardback book smell!
And my soppy, magic believing, wild child of a girl shrieked in happiness.
I had found my new magic book!
It’s a brilliant book, my friends. Full of motivators and just kick you in the ass reminders that you are a BRILLIANT piece of CARBON, a magnificent wonder of ATOMIC PARTICLES and you don’t need anyone’s permission to get out there and KICK SOME GODDAMN ASS!
Get your copy and then buy another copy for some other poor bastard that needs it.
Available on Amazon or any other bookstore that has survived the apocalypse!