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Top 5 of my top 10 books read in 2014

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  1. She slapped me on the face and told me to suck it up. This author made me feel like I was sitting in her living room having a warm beverage, time travelling into other people’s lives all over the world battling with all manner of situations. She taught me compassion, empathy and how to love others and most importantly, myself. Thank you Cheryl Strayed.

Book: “Tiny Beautiful Things” by Cheryl Strayed

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  1. This one provoked teary contemplation. I thought about my parents and the aging process. How will I cope with their inevitable deterioration? How will I deal with the loss that comes before the actual physical loss of a loved one? This book also made me think of my close relationship with my own husband and wonder what life would be like without him. Overall, I was able to see the subtle beauty of it all, to have loved and lost.

Book: “Can’t We Talk About Something More Pleasant” by Roz Chast

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  1. I felt like I had been on an epic journey. I was taken from my village, the only home I had ever known, dragged for miles when my legs simply refused to do what they been taught, chained to a filthy vessel for months, becoming barnacles headed toward more doom. After my journey was complete I also felt complete, reconciled and connected to an infinite ancestral strength.

Book: “Someone Knows My Name” by Lawrence Hill

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  1. This book made me feel dirty and grimy but I could not put it down. I became intimately familiar with the multifaceted characters. I sometimes still think about them and wonder how they are doing.

Book: “The Devil All the Time” by Donald Lawrence

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  1. Lyrical, trippy, introspection come to mind when I reflect on this book. It was unlike anything I’ve read so far. It made me reflect on relationships and events from the past with squinted eyes to expose what was really there.

Book: “Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage” by Haruki Murakami

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