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I finished reading Yes Man by Danny Wallace today. What an incredible book. It is, at times, utterly unbelievable, but it all happened. I was hooked - from the first word I read on Monday, right up to the last which I read in my second tea break at work. It’s a superb book. A splendid book. It’s probably the best book I’ve read all year, finer even than Pratchett’s The Amazing Maurice and his Educated Rodents (which was also very, very good).

I expect it’d be hard for someone to read Yes Man and then not stop to think about their own life, and the times they’ve said Yes, or No. I did this. I’ve been doing it since I started reading the book, in fact. I thought about the times when I wished I’d said Yes instead of No, and vice versa, and while I have made many mistakes, I can’t say I have any actual regrets.

I started to think that maybe I should start being more positive - saying Yes more myself. But then I thought… I’m already doing that. I’ve made some bloody great big decisions lately, said some huge Yeses. Yes to America, for one thing. That’s a whopper, that is. I don’t know what other Yes opportunity could possibly role by that would have that much impact. Not yet, at least.

I’ve leant Yes Man to Teri. She needs it right now. She’s not happy, and despite the fact that we’re at each others throats most of the time, I do care about her. She’s my sister, after all.