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[maidahramzan]

I don’t even know where to start with this book. At first, I thought it was going to be another self-help guide—you know, the usual kind with lists and numbered steps. But... it wasn’t. It just wasn’t that. Actually, halfway through, I caught myself re-reading paragraphs because I wasn’t sure if I’d read them or if I’d remembered them. That’s probably a weird thing to say. But this book does that—it makes you feel like you’ve already had the thoughts inside it. Just scattered.

There was a line—I don’t remember it exactly, and maybe that’s the point—but something about “peace being something we almost miss.” Or maybe “almost never realize we already had.” I’m mangling it. But the idea kind of haunts you. Not in a scary way. In a gentle way, like someone saying your name in a dream you forgot.

This wasn’t the kind of book I could read in one go. I’d get partway in and then stare out the window, not because I was bored—far from it—but because it brought up stuff I didn’t think I’d buried. Stuff like how I used to find comfort in silence when I was little. I don’t know why that came back, but it did.

I gave it 4 out of 5 stars. It’s not a book you “use.” It’s a book you feel, in strange, drifting pieces. And maybe that’s rarer than we admit.