Amy Ferris has written a deceptively simple book that offers powerful reflections on life as a woman. From the slippery path we begin as little girls, giving away pieces of ourselves in the search for love and validation, to the way we choose the wrong men—hoping for the same—to a dream that someone like Amy will enter our lives and show us how to honor our instincts, value ourselves, and be the source of all the love we'll ever need.
Like the Japanese concept of Kintsugi, Amy urges us to embrace our broken places. When read deeply, this "Little Book About Messy Love" offers insights toward a generous way to view our mistakes, poor choices, and damaging thoughts about ourselves. Amy Ferris has an amazing ability to turn the mundane into an opportunity for self-awareness and growth—as in a chapter from the middle of the book, where, in a matter of three pages, Amy takes us from the irritation and headache of a broken refrigerator to her sudden recognition that in this moment, we all are exactly as we need to be, and no one can tell us otherwise.
She makes me want to forgive more readily, understand more widely, and love more deeply. She makes me embrace the work of living a fuller, richer, and, yes, messier existence. With this book, Amy has set an alarm that can awaken us to the beauty of a fully realized life.
Read this book: if someone has stolen your self-worth; you need a dose of inspiration; you’re searching for your voice.