Books That Broke Me Open — Part 1: The Inner World

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I read over 80 books in 2025. Some, I tore through in an afternoon. Some took three weeks, a snack break, and a minor existential crisis. And then there were the ones that made me put the book down, stare at the ceiling, and go "...oh wow! What a journey this has been."

These are those books. The ones that didn't just entertain me, but had the audacity to rearrange something in my mind, body, and soul. The books that I opened, that then opened me. Reading, for me, is the quietest and most nourishing form of self-care — borrowing other people's hard-won wisdom, living other people's lives, and somehow making more sense of my own without having to earn every lesson the hard way myself. No spoilers. Just honest reactions, key lessons, and the occasional monologue from yours truly.

(Part 2 — systems, money, leadership, memoirs, and one fantasy series that snuck past my literary pretensions entirely — dropping next week!)

1: The Little Prince — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry I picked this up once when I was a kid. I had thought it was cute, a tad odd, and had fun illustrations. I quickly moved on, not thinking much of it. When I re-read it as an adult, I immediately wanted to call my younger self and say "girl, you completely missed the point." On the surface it's about a small boy hopping between planets. Underneath, it's a meditation on loneliness, love, and how we slowly stop truly seeing each other the older we get. The Fox tells the Little Prince: "It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." A sentence I've carried around for years like a small, wise pebble in my pocket. A forever book. No notes, because the whole book is the note.

2: The Road Less Traveled — M. Scott Peck My all-time favorite. Full stop. No contest. Dr. Peck opens with "Life is difficult" — that was the moment I knew I'd love the book. And of course I did. Dr. Peck says that ironically, once you truly accept that life is difficult, it no longer is. Because you stop being surprised by it. This book is basically a wise, no-nonsense uncle sitting you down and saying: stop expecting easy, start doing the actual work, and also — here's what love actually means versus what you've been sold. Same for discipline, delayed gratification, and personality types - character disorders versus neuroses. One of my "well, duh" moments (obvious but it really isn't; easy to understand in theory, incredibly hard to apply) from this book is about problems: "Most of us spend enormous energy complaining about, avoiding, or wishing away our problems — and exactly zero of that actually moves the needle. You solve the problem by solving the problem." I had to read that twice.

3: The Body Keeps the Score — Bessel van der Kolk Science-y but deeply personal. Hard-hitting. Not for the faint of heart. Incredibly illuminating and revelatory. Paradigm-shifting. Van der Kolk's argument: your body remembers everything your brain is trying to move on from. That tightness in your shoulders? The exhaustion that doesn't go away with sleep? Yeah. He writes: "Trauma is not just an event that took place sometime in the past; it is also the imprint left by that experience on mind, brain, and body." This book gave me vocabulary for things I'd been feeling or seen in others but couldn't name or wonder why — and more importantly, told me that rest, movement, and self-compassion aren't soft options. They're physiological requirements. My e-copy looks like a neon art installation. Highlighted approximately 75% of the book. Whole paragraphs, pages even.

4: Can't Hurt Me — David Goggins I read this book twice in two months. Yes, he's a lot. Yes, it was an intense read. But it gave me rocket-like energy and enthusiasm and determination to get up and run, and lift weights, and just do everything with renewed gusto. The man runs 100-mile races for fun. For fun! I cannot run to catch a bus without requiring a full recovery day. (Yet!) But underneath all the extreme everything is one idea that refuses to leave me alone — the 40% rule: "When you think that you are done, you're only 40% into what your body's capable of doing. That's just the limits that we put on ourselves." I didn't finish this feeling inspired. I finished it feeling caught. Like Goggins personally reached through the pages, looked me in the eye, and said "really though?" Rude. Necessary. 10/10. I was hooked to this page-turner from the title of the first chapter onwards: "I should've been a statistic."

5: The Creative Act: A Way of Being — Rick Rubin Rick Rubin produced albums for everyone from Johnny Cash to Beyoncé, then wrote a book that has nothing to do with music and everything to do with how to be alive. I started noting one quote. Then another. Then another. Three pages later I looked up and went — did I just end up recreating those pages from the book verbatim? Yep! Here's a sampler before I get carried away again: "Art is not a noun. It's a verb. It's something you do, not something you have." And: "You are not the work. The work is the work. Your job is simply to get out of its way." Okay, just one more, I promise: "If you do something and it moves you, that's enough. That's the whole point." For someone who writes poems she doesn't show anyone and plays guitar in the bedroom when no one's watching, this was basically a permission slip delivered directly to my soul. The act of creating, he says, matters more than the audience. Accepted. Gratefully. Which is also exactly why this blog exists. Writing about what I love, what I do, how I live — started out as fun, turned into my most honest form of self-care. Rubin would approve. Probably. I'd like to think so anyway.

6: The War of Art — Steven Pressfield Yet another book where my notes == the whole book. In this book, Steven Pressfield names the villain and calls it Resistance — that sneaky, shapeshifting force that convinces you to reorganise your desk instead of writing, scroll instead of practicing, research instead of starting. He writes: "Most of us have two lives. The life we live, and the unlived life within us. Between the two stands Resistance." He doesn't offer a workaround. He offers a name. And naming it, somehow, makes it smaller. Short, punchy, slightly aggressive in the best way. I finished it and immediately opened a blank document. Pressfield would be pleased.

7: A Man of Two Faces — Viet Thanh Nguyen Emotionally gutting, politically sharp, and elegiac, this 2023 memoir is written in second person, so you don't just read his story: you're pulled so far into his experience of displacement and immigrant identity that for a few pages it becomes yours. Half the book is his story. The other half belongs to his mother — her fractured identity, her uprootedness, her sacrifices. Nguyen writes: "All wars are fought twice, the first time on the battlefield, the second time in memory." I ugly-cried at least twice, the hiccup-sob kind. Would enthusiastically recommend to anyone who has ever felt like they existed between two worlds and fully belonged to neither. And who enjoys, like me, poetic and literary writing that makes you scratch an itch in your brain you didn't know you had.

8: Things My Son Needs to Know About the World — Fredrik Backman Backman at his most unfiltered — part love letter to his newborn son, part chaotic meditation on what it means to be a halfway decent human being. He ping-pongs between profound and ridiculous in the same paragraph and somehow lands both every single time. "You can become whatever you want to become, but that's nowhere near as important as knowing that you can be exactly who you are." And then two pages later he's writing about IKEA cupboard doors and why they're never really about cupboard doors. "Find someone who doesn't love you for the person you are, but despite the person you are." I laughed out loud on public transport reading this. Sometimes with welled-up tears at the same time. Worth every side-eye I received. Then I immediately binge-read every other Backman book I could get my hands on — A Man Called Ove, Anxious People, Beartown, Britt-Marie Was Here, The Deal of a Lifetime, My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She's Sorry, and And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer — and enjoyed them all rather equally, which tells you everything about his writing. Equal parts hilarious and transcendent, he taps into the human psyche with such precision and warmth that every page feels like he's been quietly watching all of us and taking very detailed notes.