the sudden appearance of hope by claire north

I really wanted to love the story, as so many people seem to do, but there was something lacking in it for me and I can't quite pinpoint what that is exactly. Perfection destroys the soul.So I am definitely in the minority with my opinions on this book. Perfection is the self-hatred an overweight woman feels when she sees a slim model on TV perfection is the resentment the well-paid man experiences when he beholds a miserable billionaire. Perfection is the heaven that kept the masses suppressed the promise of a future life that quells rebellion. Perfection is an idol built upon oppression. No-the perfect life is to have an annual salary of £120,000, an Aston Martin, a £1.6million-pound home, a wife, two children and at least two foreign holidays a year. And what is perfection now? Not crucifixion, not poverty endured patiently on the mountaintop. The wheel of life turns and we are elevated from animals to women, from women to men, from men to kings, from kings to gods, from gods to.

“Hqve you never heard of priests proclaim that the meek will inherit the earth and wondered if kings of old didn't smile to hear it? Your reward comes after death. Especially if the world tells you that you are never good enough.” In short, you do not need the world to tell you what to be. You have critical thought, which may be trained to the highest degree. You have the words of friends and strangers. “Are our lives devoid of merit? Are we not generous to our friends, kind to strangers, skilled in our areas of expertise, reliable with rent, gentle with children, quick to phone an ambulance when we see a man hit by a car, thoughtful in word and deed? Do we not have worth enough? Are we not already perfect? Perfectly ourselves? Perfect in being who we are?” “I have no one to measure that quality against.” “Do you believe in God?” “No.” “Do you have eyes, judgement?” “And I see the world, but I have no one else’s eyes to measure my own vision against.” “Of course you do. “And are we not worthy?” she asked, rolling the end of one ceramic chopstick back and forth between the thumb and index finger of her right hand.

The sudden appearance of hope by claire north