Now you see why I normally don’t start writing a book review ten seconds after reading the last sentence. My thoughts still wrapped up in the story. But Rosie Blake’s The Hygge Holiday deserves an exception.
It’s probably already obvious that I loved the book. And if I knew a stronger verb than love, I would use it. But I don’t. Especially now that my thoughts are all over the place. The Hygge Holiday is amazing in every way a book can be amazing. It’s the book I’ve been waiting for. It’s the book I’ve wanted to write. And yes. There might be a problem there. But I’m just going to ignore it for now.
There is so much I want to say about this book and apparently no words in my head. Urgh! I feel like this is the exact moment a filmed book review would come in handy because then I could just scream at you like Lady CaCa. THE BOOK IS BLOODY AMAZING!
It tells the story of Clara and her search for home. Who would have thought that house-sitting a toyshop and introducing a village to the hygge style of life could ultimately change everything? As we read along, we witness not just Clara, but all the people around her finding happiness.
I could give you a really long plot summary of the book. But I don’t want to. You’re going to have to see for yourself. Just trust me on this one.
The Hygge Holiday is exactly the book that we need in our busy lives. It is a reminder of what’s really important. The Hygge Holiday is one of these books that make you stop and think. And I don’t know if that was Rosie Blake’s intention all along. It doesn’t really matter tough. I just want to say THANK YOU! You made me stop and think for a while. Think about all the things that are really important and all the crap that isn’t.
Happiness is never found in the big things. It is something that you have to look for in the small moments. During the candlelight dinner with your boyfriend. Enjoying a simple meal together. Talking about everything and nothing. It would’ve been easier to just collapse on the couch, turn on the TV and quickly wolf down dinner. But just think about it. If you just put in a bit more effort. If you light a candle, set the table nicely and maybe even open a bottle of wine… Imagine what a difference that would make.
I might still not totally understand what hygge means – and maybe you really don’t need an exact translation – but I love what it stands for. I love what it represents. And I feel like our world would be an altogether better place if we’d just all worked on our own personal hygge…
I know that this is probably the crappiest book review in the history of book reviews. But I had to jot my thoughts down somewhere. There will be a proper book review in the next few days (how about Saturday?). But until then. Buy the book! Read it! Live it!
It might look like just another contemporary women’s fiction novel with a pretty cover. I originally mistook it for that. I even considered not buying it at all. Just imagine what I would have missed out on! So thank God for my inability to turn down any book.
I will shut up now and let you go. Because you really shouldn’t be reading this. You should be reading the book. So yeah. Bye and goodnight. 🙂
P.S. Rosie Blake if you ever read this, can I sign up to be your best friend forever? Because if you are anything like your book, you must be incredible. 🙂 Wow. Sorry. That sounded creepier than I wanted it to. Not that I wanted it to sound creepy! Oh whatever! I’m just gonna go now. 🙂