Over the last few weeks I have been reading The Paradox of Choice by Barry Schwartz and it has helped me with struggles I knew I was having but couldn’t previously explain. To be honest, I thought that the topic of choice and how too much is bad was a little narrow, and that an entire book didn't need to be written about it, but I was wrong.
TW: This book contains mentions of suicide attempts and a murder by stabbing (off page).
This was a sweet, heartwarming story about the highs and lows of familial connections, tradition, friendship, and you know what? It’s just about connections in general. Not only that, this book manages to keep it real with us this entire time and still be light-hearted and heartwarming.
