I was so excited to read Matt Haig's The Comfort Book. I loved his novel The Midnight Library (remember that, exploring the meaning of life through time travel and, of course, the library?), so when I heard that he'd written this nonfiction book, I was like, sign me up.
Right off the bat, Haig tells us that there's no right way to read this book, gently and humorously letting us know that we're in a safe space. The rest of the book is just as, well, comforting. It's for anyone who's ever been stressed, depressed with a capital D, and/or overwhelmed. So, all of us.
This is one of my favorite parts:
"The sky isn't more beautiful if you have perfect skin. Music doesn't sound more interesting if you have a six-pack. Dogs aren't better companions if you're famous. Pizza tastes good regardless of your job title. The best of life exists beyond the things we are encouraged to crave." (51)
It's so simple, a reminder to appreciate life. Because there's no rush and no one's keeping score (well, no one important, anyway) and our only job is to be. To say "no" when we need to and relax and enjoy instead of relentlessly racking up achievements. The Comfort Book is both soothing and joyful, a literary hug from a writer who's been there and knows what he's talking about.
And outside a department store duvet display, it doesn't get much more comfy than that.
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