She hooked me with this line:
"Fantasy: I just need to get organized & then everything will be okay.
Reality: I am a slob. Things will never be okay." (Or something along those lines that made me say out loud, "I am a slob." From that point on, I could soak up everything she said because I could admit that it applied to me & that I need to learn to keep a clean house from a slob's perspective and not from the perspective of someone like my mother whose house is naturally spotless (as long as I'm not living there!).
I read this as part of my role as middle school literature teacher;
it was a good story, but it's not my favorite:
I liked this okay:
Malcolm Gladwell is my favorite author, and this book is so good.
I'm on the waitlist for the audio version as well.
I'm currently listening to Agatha Christie novels as I scrapbook,
and these are the ones I listened to in December:
(I was finishing up an album, so I did A LOT of scrapping, as you can see.)