So this is book that everyone should read. Not just marketers, because it gives you insight on the behaviors of everyday people, like you and me. We might not see it because we're on the inside, hit acting without thinking is one of the many problems modern society deals with. That and more inside.

Yes, in a perfect universe, everyone would have an opinion, a microphone and an audience, but is it worth it if their actions or behavior damage social norms or stability for the whole collective?

Today, everyone knows what a girl does when she's feeling insecure about herself: she posts a new photo of herself on Facebook and awaits a flurry of compliments about her appearance. Once she's regained a dose of self-confidence, she's ready to become, once again, the star of her own life.

As well as being preoccupied with how hype looked, file we're also hyperconscious of how their friend, and the world, perceived them. Being a teenage girl meant you were petrified of standing alone, or being left out, forgotten of rejected.

For manufacturing reasons, retailers don't produce a wide rage of clothes for a range of body shapes, and rather than blaming the manufacturers, girls convince themselves the fault lies with them.

Not a single girl I met was at peace with how she looked. She other considered herself too plump or too slender, an issue, I might add, that should be blamed squarely on the contemporary clothing stores. (1)

Outside their marital and family lives, they never made physical contact with one another. Many were also preoccupied with their children‘s food allergies. One mother I met had four children, each one with a different allergy, which meant she had to cook five separate meals every night.

In common with Russia, American children seldom play outdoors. Russia can use the excuse of cold weather, but in the United States, the daily torrent of bad news from televisions and smartphones leads most parents to believe that murder or abduction lies at the end of their driveways.

communities come together in the face of conflict and disagreement. When North American tourists come home from a vacation in Europe, often the first story out of their mouth has to do with an incident of antagonism they observed.

The essence ofcommunity had dispersed onto highways and into strip malls and shopping centers, or else it had migrated online onto social media.

From my outsider‘s perspective, many of the neighborhoods and gated residences I saw in North Carolina couldn‘t help but remind me of Disneyland. The pathways were immaculate. Everything felt manicured. Each tree wasplanted a certain distance away from the next tree.

Americans kept being told that they were free, but were they really? Was there any space in America to be different?

From the moment I entered the country, I saw sign after sign telling me I had to do this, or that, but that it was “for my own safety.” Please remove your shoes, belt and laptop for your own safety. The sidewalk is under construction for your own safety. (Four your own safety text is in italics).

A lot, in fact. It bears repeating that America has created a brand around concepts like “freedom” and “individuality.” Yet in my experience, the very last thing the United States actually had was freedom, or even individuality.

The Russians and Chinese have no concept of a “perfect marriage,” nor can they easily access the films and television shows responsible for creating impossible expectations of happiness.

Rules and restrictions, most of which are reframed so that Americans believe they are, in fact, safeguards. Which begs the question: If most of the time they do and feel and think and watch and eat and drink precisely what everyone else does, are Americans really free?

You will develop a palate. A palate is a spot on your tongue where you remember. Where you assign words to the textures of taste. Eating becomes a discipline, language-obsessed. You will never simply eat food again.

The house was like a woman you found attractive. The closer you get the, the make you wonder what you were thinking.

He is the Paul McCartney of our family: better-looking than the rest of us, always facing a different direction in pictures, and occasionally rumored to be dead.

I don't know. Maybe this book is not meant to be read/heard on one sitting and be stretched on long periods of time where you read one or two stories every once in a while, but that's what I did and that's what my review reflects. It's not a bad book of short stories, it's just that, short stories.

I honestly think that this book should be taught in every school in the world. Not only does it cross over the various myths that society, science and media have perpetuated, it also teaches you a lot about women sexuality hat no one is willing to teach you other wise.

Self-compassion is emphatically not self-stem. Self-esteem is about self evaluation, your perceive value as a human being, which is often contingent upon your sense of personal success in comparison with others. Self-compassion, by contrast, is unconditional and no evaluative.

If I'd known Murakami-sensei had a new/old story collection book I would've read it sooner.

Richelle what gives? What happened to your complicated characters? And compelling plot lines? Where is the author that made me cry at the ending of Shadow Kissed? And wet me pants with laughter when I red Adrian's infamous tattoo? If you love her give this book a try. If not, avoid it. Compeltely.

If a book takes me more than 5 tries to actually get me engaged on the story and it hasn't by that point, I bail. There are far too many good books out there for me to read.

Are you as addicted as I am? Just to give you an idea.

Murakami-sensei's favorite novel and with good reason.

My favorite novela of all times and reason I believe in love at first sight.

A weird novela about people's lives after dark and how they intertwine through interaction.

Why didn't this book win the novel price for literature I won't ever know (literary, I'm not a book critic or expert), but the nomination was well deserved.

The book that made me fall in love with Murakami and also reminded me of the feeling of first love.

My 2nd in line from this amazing Japanese author. He can take most banal moments and make then unforgettable.

We often take hearing for granted and don't realize just how important it is to our survival. This book not only enchanted me by its cover, but by its story.

Last one in the VA Seires.

Look at that cover!

Is that Adrian?

Amaseballz!

Can't say much. Just read it.

Amazing sequel to one of my favorite characters of VA that isn't Rose.

Definitely my favorite series of all times. I re-read this books every year and would read anything Richelle Mead would write.

Another un-book related post

I know this has nothing to do with the book itself but Litsy won't let me post unbook related pics that are actually related to books, just not directly.

Is this place available for Air BnB?

If he could in 1871, why can't we in 2016?

Id you're a kid that's applying to college or are a parent of a kid that's applying to college, then this is a must read. Along with Excellent Sheep and Everything I Never Told You.

I wands t expecting to like this book. Not at all, but the constant recommendation of @bookriot community made me do it and thank god I did! I haven't read the book, so I don't know if what compelled me was the acting of Kirsten Potter, but I had to cancel my classes for a day to allow me to finish.

Hell is the absence of the people you long for.

The door opened a crack and a man who looked like a very young Fidel Castro peered out at me. He had a patchy beard and a thin cigar tucked behind his ear. He wore a tight-fitting black t-shirt with the silhouette of a dog on it and the message Mutts Against Mitt.

I still missed the playground culture of the city; friend making in Filament was a little like casual dating - you hoped she called, but she might not. I feared I might have to host a dinner party in order to find my soul mate.

We loved Cornelius, our jointly adopted dog, so we made a split-second decision to expand our house hold, figuring parenthood couldn't be so different from pet-ownership. I don't need to explain how many times we've marveled at our naivety since then.