I wish I could call up Cheryl Strayed whenever I find myself in a conundrum and ask her what I should do, just so that she can shift my perspective with an on-point, articulate answer but if that were to happen I'd probably die after the first one from my mind being blown to smithereens.

Having the honor of being the last book I read in New York before moving to California, I wept multiple times on my subway commute (#traditions), sometimes because of an unbelievably sad letter or an amazing, uplifting answer in the form of a personal story from Cheryl's past. I wanted to hug Sugar, those writing the letters, everybody everywhere while reading.

A good, inspiring guide for life in general.

Oh, also: WRITE LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!