This book was absolutely beautiful, inside and out. If you have the means I would 100% always recommend reading and experiencing this in its physical form purely for the artistry, the care, the devotion that has evidently gone into every adorned page. I enjoyed my time reading it for that alone. 

The content itself was similarly infused with love, and I enjoyed reading it because of the sense of hope and joy that settled in me. I think for myself personally the concepts weren’t new, more an affirming of what I have already read and/or believed. For that reason perhaps it did feel longer than it needed to be. In that sense, I would argue that this is a book primarily for those who are new to feminism and introspection and haven’t witnessed or been privy to much self-love dialogue. Regardless of this it was a pleasure to read from Florence’s perspective. The way she writes and expresses her opinions is very vivid and she has an extremely authentic voice (appropriately so given the messages in this book). I enjoyed the idea of the park bench as an invitation to pause, as well as the concepts of not only separating yourself from the (named) voice in your head but talking to yourself and using affirmations in a tone that sounds like you and is familiar. 

Most of all I think it is the passion that radiates in and throughout this book that will stick with me. Whether topics in this book are new or not, it is the enthusiasm with which they are presented that allow them to truly strike home and fill me up. It is that so called deliciousness that makes me grateful to have picked this up in the first place. Joy is contagious.