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The Power of Love

It’s Friday! Cliché, yes but it happens to be my best day of the week – for as long as I’m with my present employer. It is only on Fridays that I have the luxury to wake up after 8am, prepare African tea (with generous sprinkling of Chai masala) and head to work mid-morning. Today was another interesting morning. You see, I’ve been reading this book given to me by my Big Sister, Betty. The woman probably knows all powerful and inspirational books out there (except the ones still being written, or yet to be written) but she has no idea what impact the three books she’s given me have had in my life!

Right now I’m reading the last chapter of a book many critics were not enthusiastic about. One said the book is far too repetitive and boring. Another said everything in there exists only in the writers mind. Apart from the wonderful artwork that makes turning every page such joy, The Power by Rhonda Byrne is one book that has made me see the world differently - by appreciating the beauty that surrounds me instead of seeing the negative side of every situation.

Rhonda Byrne also authored The Secret. Both books focus on the importance of mental preparation to achieve our dream lives. But as another reviewer rightly pointed out, the book ignores one crucial aspect - hard work. Yes, you can’t imagine everything you want and achieve it just like that! You have to work, work, and work…
But the most important lesson therein is the POWER OF LOVE!  

Just like beers make football games more exciting, tea makes reading more enjoyable.


Anonymous said…
Thanks for inspiring us on this Maggie! Betty recommended this book to me last month and I can't wait to start reading it. I am still finishing "The Monk who Sold His Ferrari"-another life-changing one recommended by her.

Christine Vuciri.
You are welcome...That Ferrari book is fantastic, enjoy!
Anonymous said…
That sounds interesting! I think the power of love minced with hard work, work and work could be rewarding. I tried a few things that failed misserably and this experience is making me negate so many nice sounding ideas but with your review in mind, am now ready to re-energise, work, work, work ... Thanks Maggie.


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