Memoir for poetry fans. At first a bit of a turn-off, but the further I got, the more I became accustomed to her writing style.
Read like angst poetry or journal entries. A way to purge and let go of guilt, shame, self-doubt, neediness, hurt, codependence, and shortfalls.
Focuses mostly on the negativity that has invaded so much of her being. I sense that we're not being let in to happier aspects of her life.
Glimpses of the Buddhism woven in that I'd hoped would be more prevalent, but they fit with the writing style. Little passages that hint at her practice is helping her let go and be mindful.
In the midst of a solemn ritual, they misbehave in tandem. In tandem with them, I catch on for half a second to what she's directed me to see: concentration inside chaos.
Tattoos as connection. Meaning.
I find myself looking for connections when reading anything, even (or especially) memoirs. While this wasn't easy to connect with as a whole there were moments - Buddhism, hawks (my spirit animal), motherhood, tattoos.
A journey of self-realization and self-acceptance.
Food wasn't the focus, but there were connections. Childhood apple orchards, honey bees, raspberries, watermelon "belly". Rice, green tea, cilantro, curry in Tibet (though the passage itself wasn't very appetizing).
I pulled a few of the ingredients from mentions in the book - a sunflower (seeds), apple trees, and honey. The other ingredients I chose to complement them. I'm craving fall right now, and these bowls are a culimination of my feelings during and after reading this memoir.
I received a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.