I first read "Who Moved My Cheese?" in 1998, when one of my daughter's hospital consultants gave me a copy. She'd been very ill and had major surgery, and I was very much in "why us?" mode. It represented the kind but firm kick up the backside I probably needed to get me back on track.
Today I was sitting in Waterstones (see previous post about coffee shops!!), and noticed a few copies on the shelf. It's a quick read, only about half an hour I suppose, but re-reading it, I was reminded just what a fabulous book it is.
Who Moved My Cheese? is a metaphor, focused on four characters living in a maze. When one day their supply of cheese dries up, they all deal with it in different ways. In fact, one of them doesn't deal with it at all. Gently and with humour, the reader is invited to confront the realities of their own maze: whether it's about work, relationships, health, or our dreams and aspirations.
And in fact, as it did all those years ago, the book has inspired me to consider the changes I need to make, and to get out there and look for more cheese.
I have a client due later in the week who I suspect would love this book. Definitely something I will suggest she reads !
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