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Book I Haven't Read Yet: Alive AF

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This week I will continue blogging about books written by authors I met at the Louisville Book Festival late lasst week. 

Samantha was another author who had a compelling ad in the Festival Program. She looks likeable to me, and I fell in love with the title. 

Book I Haven't Read Yet - Alive AF: One Anxious Mom's Journey to Becoming Alcohol Free, by Samantha Perkins 

Why I Haven't Read it Yet - my TBR pile overfloweth. I'm going to read Bad Vibes Only, then Bacon Grief, and then - maybe - I'll get to this one if I don't get overly distracted by the midterm elections. I'll do my best.

Should You Read it? - I'm thinking yes. 

TBH it would be really hard for me to tell you not to read a work by an author I've met. But that's a moot point today.

Here are my two (five) cents:

1) I'm judging this book by its cover, and the cover art is exquisite. I love the bright yellow, and the simplicity. Props to Onur Askoy, cover designer. 

2) Obviously, I thought the AF in Alive AF stood for "as f*ck" because - duh. But no - that clever gal Samantha,  she fooled me. The AF stands for "Alcohol Free." That tracks given the subtitle, but I wasn't expecting it. 

3) Ummmm, who doesn't have some kind of anxiety these day? Surely, Samantha and I aren't the only ones. After hitting 40 a couple of years ago, I really started to notice my anxiety ramping up on my Hangover Sundays. Samantha's subject matter makes me feel seen.

4) My girl Sam has a background in psychology and community mental health. You just KNOW girl's gonna have some great insight.

5) I'm totally going to become best friends with her, because she has been on our local news channel WAVE 3, been featured in our local magazine, Today's Woman AND she is a TEDx speaker.


I mean, she's basically another one of my spirit animals. Learn more at her insta or just ask me because we're soulmates and stuff.

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