I have now read three books by Anne Lamott. I must say that I really like her a lot. Reading Anne gives my soul room to breathe. I have been ruminating on why I like reading her and the best thing I can come up with is that she doesn’t hide things. She doesn’t hide the things that suck. She doesn’t hide her failures or her idiosyncrecies. She doesn’t hide her inconsistancies or her impure motives. She is out there with just about everything. But to say she doesn’t hide things does not mean the oppsite is true; it does not mean she flaunts th pridefully; it does not mean she doesn’t give a damn. Anne is just much more comfortable with, or at least stopped trying to control, the fact that she is a human. She does not seem to be drunk with the illusion of perfection. This is very refreshing and I feel as though I have been able to take slow deep breaths not just with my lungs, but inwardly. That’s a nice feeling.