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I have read a lot of books in my life. Books are important to me, they’ve made me who I am. Words are that way too. In my mind, sometimes I like to pretend I’m a writer. In reality, I cling to words I didn’t write to try and express how I feel and find answers about who I am. In my mind, writers are people that feel a pull towards making their thoughts tangible, can weave intricate patterns of words to express themselves or make sense of whats going on in their heads. I’ve felt like that a few times in my life. I am not a writer, but I felt like one yesterday. Yesterday, a book came into my life that made me want to tell the world how much it meant to me, or at least send it out into the void. Hello, void.
Yesterday I drove from Charleston, South Carolina back to school in Elon, North Carolina after a long weekend trip with my parents. I’m 4 months into a 10 month masters program, living 10 hours from home for the first time, and feeling myself floundering more often than I’d like to admit. I am a self-professed enthusiastic car singer but I signed up for audible.com just so I could listen to this book. I would like to officially go back in time and congratulate past me on making such a great decision. My trip home was like sitting down to chat with a guardian angel disguised as an older sister figure who was sent to tell me everything I needed to hear right when I needed to hear it.
Let’s just get it out there: I cried a lot. They should put a warning on this audiobook not to listen to it while you’re driving because the tears will obstruct your view. But I laughed a lot too. I felt moved and inspired, and like I might not be as lost as I feel like I am sometimes – or at least I’m lost in the right direction. I wanted to plaster my walls with whole paragraphs so I could read them everyday. I felt a pull to find a way to write down everything that I felt, every reaction I had, every time I thought “thank God” for feeling like I wasn’t the only one who felt like a messy shell of who I want to be sometimes. I’ve read other collections of essays from people I admire, but none that felt like they were speaking directly to me like this one did. This book is special. Sara is a writer, in the very best sense of the word. Sara is the kind of writer I dream about being. She is witty, she is smart, she is honest, and she is inspiring. Her words were like a beacon of light, like a map to a place I haven’t reached yet, but might someday because she told me I can. I just needed to write that down, to thank her in some way for making me cry and making me laugh and being there when I needed her. I needed to send this out into the void.
Thank you for sending this piece of yourself out into the world for me to find. Thank you for saying all the things I needed to hear, without even knowing I needed to hear them. Thank you for writing a book that sounded just like you, but sounded a little bit like me too.
13 of 13 people found this review helpful
The writing isn't always incredible, but it's still very heartfelt. (And I personally loved getting to know her better!)
(P.S. Stick around for the outtakes at the very end. Totally worth it!)
6 of 6 people found this review helpful
A witty, insightful, playful telling of a talented yet humble and introspective artist, Sara Bareilles.
I loved it.
But above all, my heart needed it.
she is freaking awesome ! the book is very addictive. wish there was more chapters.