The obsessive-compulsive inme . . .
Books have helped to lighten wallet
Tell me about self-help books. What is it about them that makes me want to have them? What is this power they seem to have over me? What could one book possibly have in it that would change my life forever? That’s the key isn’t it? They make you think that they hold some magical answer to all your problems with some clever, punchy title that seems to be aimed directly at some target on your emotional baggage. Shameful to say, I currently own nearly 30 of these ‘‘grab at you’’ little books, (90 per cent of them weight-loss related) and I just managed to stop myself from buying another just the other day. The Two Day Diet it was called . . . You see, I have fallen off the weight loss wagon with a resounding thud and have since being trying my best to claw
I am ashamed to admit that I’m the queen of self-help books. It’s a self-proclaimed title but I’ve yet to meet anyone who could
myself back on; sadly these books make it seem all so easy! I amashamed to admit that I’m the queen of self-help books. It’s a self-proclaimed title but I’ve yet to meet anyone who could challenge it. I love buying them, I love reading them and despite not ever having found one that held my fairytale key to success, I will probably buy more. I’m thinking of the one I didn’t buy as we speak. I have an addiction, which (as my darling husband keeps telling me) is not always easy to fund. So, in the name of marital resolution, I’m just going to sell advertising space on my now bigger-than-ever rear end, and finance my habit on my own. ◗ Suzie Sykes, mother of three . . . still trucking on.