I don’t generally read books outside of fantasy, sci-fi, or historical fiction.
But I kept seeing things about this book and a voice in my mind kept nagging at me to give it a chance. Sometimes books wiggle their way into your life precisely when you need them.
I found my copy at a second-hand store. It was $4.00. I had already been deliberating on getting it. Seeing it so accessible, a brand new book that’s been shining on bestseller lists for some time now, I knew there was a strange force telling me to pick it up. Sure, this book has no magic. No world building. No lush historical events.
But it was stunning. Anxious People peels back the human condition. It slips a hand inside your chest and grips your heart while simultaneously telling you, “see? Now do you get it? We all struggle, we all can’t breathe at times, but there’s always a glimmer of shining possibility tucked away inside the dark.”
It’s a ridiculous read. It talks about hard things with a bite of sarcasm. But it’s still tender, still gentle on the soul. And I needed this book.