Everything You Need You Have by Gerad Kite: Book Review

When I started reading this short, self-help guide I was looking forward to reading something new and innovative that would add to what I already know about finding peace within myself.

While I did not find anything new in his work his idea of being at home in one’s self, regardless of physical location or belongings, is an idea that really resonates with what I have learned through years of therapy and self-discovery.

For lack of better words, home really is where the heart is.

A few Goodreads reviews complain about Kite’s writing being a bit mundane and simply summarizing ideas of Great thinkers. I don’t see this as a bad thing, especially for readers who are new to the genre and perhaps not ready to delve into the Greats.

It was a quick and easy read, and I would definitely recommend it to anyone who is looking for a first step into the self-help genre.


A big thanks for this ebook from Blogging for Books in exchange for an honest review.

Love, life, feelings, writing, and everything else

I spend a lot of time struggling to find a way to gather all of these feelings constantly running through my mind.

I spill them like hot tea over the pages of my journals.

I spend a lot of up and down time with my moods and the way I look at the series of events that have lead me to this corner of my couch in the home I share with my now Hubsband. Yes I am aware that that is not a real word, no I do not care.

I either whimper or weep uncontrollably in his arms when this post-cancer life feels overwhelming.

I spend a lot of time in a tug-of-war with my thoughts and writing; just trying to navigate through their parts and trying to figure out what parts of my life I want to keep sacred and close to my heart, and what parts I want to share with the world. Continue reading “Love, life, feelings, writing, and everything else”

Rekindling my love for reading (Part II)

As I mentioned in my last post, despite everything going on, I was looking forward to having some time where I didn’t have to focus on academia and could finally focus on reading for pleasure. This post veers a bit away from my actual foray back to reading leisurely and a bit into what was going on in the rest of my life at the time of my diagnosis.

No longer a student

Prior to my diagnosis, I was a student. Within months of receiving my Bachelors degree, I was back in school to pursue a Masters.

The day of my diagnosis was actually the first day of school. I remember emailing my teachers to let them know that I would be unable to attend the first class. The only things I really knew how to do and focus on was student life: reading academic articles, studying, writing academic papers. It’s really all I had known since I started my Bachelors degree in 2009. Continue reading “Rekindling my love for reading (Part II)”

Rekindling my love for reading (Part I)

My fiancé knows that when I’m feeling sad, nervous, or any other negative feelings, the best way to cheer me up is to take me to a bookstore and let me be among the books.

He knows that one of the best ways to bring up my mood is to let me browse titles, take in cover art, and dream of a day when I might see my own writing on one of those shelves.

booksReading as a teenager

For as long as I can remember, I have always felt the safest and the most at home in bookstores. When I was living in Niagara Falls, Canada, you could find me at Chapters at least once a week, and the Book Outlet in the days following payday.

I referred to myself as an avid reader for the majority of my teen years. I was obsessed with V.C. Andrews, Rachel Cohn, and any poetry I could find. 

But looking back, I spent more time collecting books — classics like Wuthering Heights, or anything with eye-catching cover at Costco — than actually reading them. I’ll be completely honest, I think I’ve only read the first 10 or so pages of Wuthering Heights, if that, since the spine is barely broken.
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Book Review: The Lesser Bohemians by Eimear Mcbride

When I set out to read a new work of fiction, I often choose
one of two ways:

  1. Straight up pick the book by its cover & blurb, which usually works out for me. Like the time I saw this edition of The Girl Who Saved The King of Sweden by Jonas Jonasson and decided I needed it. That was a great read!
  2. Or I read what I “should” – by that I mean that I look to see what the book bloggers are reading and make my decision that way.

When choosing to (attempt to) read The Lesser Bohemians by Eimer Mcbride, I opted to choose the book by its cover & blurb in hopes that I would have the same experience as with the Jonasson book. Boy was I ever wrong.

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