Firstly, had I read this, I don’t think I would have made it very far into the book before I unceremoniously dumped it. I didn’t read it. I listened to it as I drove around the Murray River area of NSW/VIC. 14 hours of listening to the author, Susan Duncan, give her autobiography. Because I listened to it as I drove around, and interspersed it with little country towns, cold running creeks and rivers, coffee shops and the odd vineyard or two, I was happy to go along with her ride.
I didn’t really care for her story. Despite the welling of tears and an inability to speak when Barbara- her friend dies, and a desire for Susan to become healthy after her cancer, for the whole, it didn’t do it for me.
Susan’s (I feel I know her well enough to call her Susan) book is in fact a self-help book. It is her story from depression to wellness. She espouses Mindfulness and Eastern (Buddhist) philosophy to help cope with the shit that life deals. It works for her, and I seriously think that we should all take a leaf from the Mindfulness book.
She finds haven in Lovatt Bay; a well to do, waterborne settlement, in Sydney Harbour. She describes in boring detail the life of this well-to-do community in Sydney. I really don’t care for the City clique of this country (Australia) and I was never going to warm to them. I kept just wanting this story to finish, but Susan just droned on and on about those who can afford to be self-indulgent.
I am so glad she got her life in order. I love how she embraced Eastern Philosophy. I recommend this book for the ‘I have a bullocks amount of disposable income class’ in their 40s and beyond who need a change but are not sure how to go about it.