Little Weirds by Jenny Slate

This book is a journey to the heart of living a multidimensional life where you may just be a fruit, a colour, an animal or any other little weird. Woven through all this eccentricity (which I devoured in deep pleasure) is the beating heart of any woman’s question around what is it to love ourselves as we are? Who decides what is normal and acceptable behaviour for a woman? And how do we navigate the misogyny and the patriarchal ideals and structures that hold us back with all their force?

From the book:

I’m a woman in dessert tones at the start of a bleating little day. Mouth full of clover. Oh, holy shit, I am a big fat fruit on a tree, dangling in the air just so, living in a state of fullness and exhilaration. I am connected to eternity and I am part of everything and although I am with all of it, I am still different from anything and everything.

Little Weirds is a deep reach into the inner life of one funny, witty, intelligent, vulnerable woman. There is no way it can’t seep into our own hearts to allow our own little weirds to emerge also.

Jenny’s closing words:

I look up to you because I love the heavenly bodies of the universe, and the way I see it, your heart is a planet.

Your heart is factually a part of the universe, which is a miracle of endless force and boundless beauty.

There is literally no way that you are not part of that.

Despair can force you to turn your eyes away from this fact, but it is the real truth and it will be waiting to be with you when you are free enough to turn back to it.

Your heart is a planet. I can see that you are from the sky.