I'm 27 and I cannot stop reading this book. Every time I get to the part about the having the "little hole for making Poo Poo" I cry. I mean, cause it's like soooo true. You know? Well, actually it's not, but it may as well be.
I've read Nietzsche and a bunch of other "heady stuff" and I'm always left feeling a bit...well, empty. Those guys are missing something. Frankel, on the other hand, nails it. She has really spelled out for us what's truly important to us, as humans, and what isn't.
Thank you, Alona. You have changed my life in such amazing ways.
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