Zusatztext A totally brilliant bookbeautiful and fierce and sweet and! at times! very funny. I was utterly blown away. Anne Lamott! author of Operating Instructions Wise! loving! tough! and tender. A beautiful book. Geneen knows how to nourish the heart! Jack Kornfield! author of A Path with Heart Read it! laugh with it! and become a little more of a human being. Thomas Moore! author of Care of the Soul and Dark Nights of the Soul Roth takes us on a deep! joyful! provocative! and ultimately nourishing journey. I couldn't put it down from beginning to end. Justine Willis Toms! New Dimensions Radio! coauthor of True Work Informationen zum Autor Geneen Roth Klappentext In this inspiring and joyous book! "New York Times" bestselling author Geneen Roth introduces her remarkable twenty-pound cat! Mister Blanche! and her beloved father! Bernard! as she takes readers deep into the story of how each finally taught her to love without reservation and accept that she might someday lose those whom she believed she couldn't live without. Told with warmth and wit! "The Craggy Hole in My Heart and The Cat Who Fixed It" is a poignant and funny story about how to live with love--and never live without it. One When my friend Sally called to tell me that I needed a kitten, and fortunately, her cat Pumpkin was pregnant, I said no, absolutely not. I didn't want a pet, I didn't like cats, and I didn't want to love anything that could die before me. I was thirty-three years old, single, and living alone in a house with a garden, three leaky skylights, and a crooked path to a sheltered beach in Santa Cruz, California. After seventeen years of struggling madly with emotional eating, and being as insane as anyone I'd ever met-I'd gained and lost over a thousand pounds-I'd finally crawled out of the compulsion by giving up dieting altogether. More recently, I'd settled at my natural weight, written two books, and begun teaching national workshops about breaking free from emotional eating. But my obsession with food was a walk in the park compared to the chaos that ensued whenever the possibility of love walked into my life. At the time of Sally's call, I was in a "relationship"-I use that term loosely-with Harry-the-Rake, a self-confessed lothario, who alternated between wanting to move in with me and telling me I was too fat. I was convinced that my heart was either on permanent sabbatical or missing some essential ingredients-the ones that allowed normal people to take risks, to discern the bad guys from the good, to say come closer, hold me, go away. And I was wary of opening to anyone or anything that would depend on me to come through. I didn't trust myself to show up. I didn't think I had the capacity for big love. Pumpkin gave birth to two kittens whom Sally immediately named Blanche and June. My mother, visiting from New York at the time, wanted to see them. At two hours old, they looked like wet weasels, and I wasn't impressed. My mother went straight for the white kitten. Take this one, she crooned, as she stroked the slicked-back fur of the shut-eyed rodent, but I wasn't taking anything so fast. A few weeks later, Sally called and said her husband didn't want a white cat, and so Blanche was mine. Usually, I am the one who bosses people around, but Sally was completely sure of herself, absolutely positive that having this pet was a precursor to having a life. So I told her I would take the kitten on one condition: if I didn't like being a cat mother, I could return it in two weeks, like a pair of gloves from Macy's. She agreed. It's not that I'd never had a pet. My grandmother gave me a parakeet named Cookie when I was seven. She rode around the house on my shoulder, sat on the desk while I did homework, and...

8220;A totally brilliant book—beautiful and fierce and sweet and, at times, very funny. I was utterly blown away.” —Anne Lamott, author of Operating Instructions

“Wise, loving, tough, and tender. A beautiful book. Geneen knows how to nourish the heart!” —Jack Kornfield, author of A Path with Heart

“Read it, laugh with it, and become a little more of a human being.” —Thomas Moore, author of Care of the Soul and *Dark Nights of the Soul

• “Roth takes us on a deep, joyful, provocative, and ultimately nourishing journey. I couldn’t put it down from beginning to end.” —Justine Willis Toms, New Dimensions Radio, coauthor of True Work

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Geneen Roth

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In this inspiring and joyous book, "New York Times" bestselling author Geneen Roth introduces her remarkable twenty-pound cat, Mister Blanche, and her beloved father, Bernard, as she takes readers deep into the story of how each finally taught her to love without reservation and accept that she might someday lose those whom she believed she couldn't live without. Told with warmth and wit, "The Craggy Hole in My Heart and The Cat Who Fixed It" is a poignant and funny story about how to live with love--and never live without it.

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In this inspiring and joyous book, New York Times bestselling author Geneen Roth introduces her remarkable twenty-pound cat, Mister Blanche, and her beloved father, Bernard, as she takes readers deep into the story of how each finally taught her to love without reservation and accept that she might someday lose those whom she believed she couldn’t live without. Told with warmth and wit, The Craggy Hole in My Heart and The Cat Who Fixed It is a poignant and funny story about how to live with love—and never live without it.

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When my friend Sally called to tell me that I needed a kitten, and fortunately, her cat Pumpkin was pregnant, I said no, absolutely not.

I didn't want a pet, I didn't like cats, and I didn't want to love anything that could die before me.

I was thirty-three years old, single, and living alone in a house with a garden, three leaky skylights, and a crooked path to a sheltered beach in Santa Cruz, California. After seventeen years of struggling madly with emotional eating, and being as insane as anyone I'd ever met-I'd gained and lost over a thousand pounds-I'd finally crawled out of the compulsion by giving up dieting altogether. More recently, I'd settled at my natural weight, written two books, and begun teaching national workshops about breaking free from emotional eating.

But my obsession with food was a walk in the park compared to the chaos that ensued whenever the possibility of love walked into my life. At the time of Sally's call, I was in a "relationship"-I use that term loosely-with Harry-the-Rake, a self-confessed lothario, who alternated between wanting to move in with me and telling me I was too fat. I was convinced that my heart was either on permanent sabbatical or missing some essential ingredients-the ones that allowed normal people to take risks, to discern the bad guys from the good, to say come closer, hold me, go away. And I was wary of opening to anyone or anything that would depend on me to come through. I didn't trust myself to show up. I didn't think I had the capacity for big love.

Pumpkin gave birth to two kittens whom Sally immediately named Blanche and June. My mother, visiting from New York at the time, wanted to see them. At two hours old, they looked like wet weasels, and I wasn't impressed. My mother went straight for the white kitten. Take this one, she crooned, as she stroked the slicked-back fur of the shut-eyed rodent, but I wasn't taking anything so fast.

A few weeks later, Sally called and said her husband didn't want a white cat, and so Blanche was mine. Usually, I am the one who bosses people around, but Sally was completely sure of herself, absolutely positive that having this pet was a precursor to having a life. So I told her I would take the kitten on one condition: if I didn't…