I loved this book – and it’s central premise that there are no epiphanies – you just have to pay attention to the somewhat silent tugging that accompanies a desire to change

I avoided this one for ages, even though I bought it as a gift for someone a year ago. Po Bronson seemed cocky to me, and I’m jealous of his dynamism.

I finally gave in when I found a half-price copy in the Strand. And I read it in a weekend. Went down to DC to visit my best pal, and found both her and her husband engrossed in it, fighting over their single copy.

Bronson inserts himself into the stories a little more than I’d like—he thinks he’s become a great therapist, but comes across as a bit of a steamroller. But age and hard knocks have mellowed him and he’s always an appealing storyteller. The book is inspiring. In tribute, Cait, Dan and I visited CakeLove, the DC bakery heavily featured in one chapter. It had all the signs of a lived-out dream.

No really. What should I do with my life?

Update after reading: still no clue.