Tiny Beautiful Things...A review.
We all have a wild Aunt Nancy, right? I mean wild in the most endearing sense of the word ... mine happens to send me books on my reading list and send me vulgar jokes that make me laugh out loud via Facebook. I like her brand of crazy.
Mine sent me Tiny Beautiful Things after I read Cheryl Strayed's Wild. This one was more up my alley than a book about hiking. In it, Cheryl reveals herself as the infamous Sugar, an advice columnist that people have been writing to for years. This book holds some of her favorite and most important letters.
She also happens to give the best explanation I've ever heard or read about the decision to have children. She writes to someone considering it, saying that she and Mr. Sugar never really decided they wanted them; she just decided that her "desire to do this thing that everyone said was so profound was just barely stronger than my doubts about it were." Scary and oh so true.
Who is this book for?
Your Aunt Nancy: Obviously...
Moms: Not unless she's just like her crazy sister Nancy.
Mennonites: Which end of the spectrum are they on?
Your friend who is making a tough decision: Yep.
What does this book say?
We are obligated to the people we care about and who we allow to care about us, whether we say we love them or not. Our main obligation is to be forthright---to elucidate the nature of our affection when such elucidation would be meaningful or clarifying.
There are so many tiny revolutions in a life, a million ways we have to circle around ourselves to grow and change and be okay. And perhaps the body is our final frontier. It's the one place we can't leave. We're there till it goes.