I don't read or browse through self-help books much. You get to a certain age, however (42, in my case) and, if life deals you a bad hand (over and over...and over again), the questions grow and the answers become elusive or impossible to grasp.
Some on-line article or magazine mentioned this little book--talk about drifting through a day! I can't recall where I read about this. I got it from the library. Whoever wrote about it was right, it takes less than fifteen minutes to read. And while it's nothing earth shattering, Quindlen's simple ruminations on living a fuller, richer, happier life made me aware of the precious minutes, seconds I've let slip by with nary a notice.
I was struck by one line in particular: "Think of life as a terminal illness." She's right, of course...it is terminal. This small tome has inspired continued practice of letting go of worry and fear, which only weaken and waste time. Like forgiveness, you let go several times a day, an hour. It, too, proves a difficult task, but offers priceless rewards.
I will read this each day until it's due back at the library, and check it out again and again until I can afford a copy for my "one day" little library/reading room.
P.S. the photographs may bring out the warm fuzzies in you, too.