Tiny Beautiful Things (10th Anniversary Edition): Reese's Book Club: Advice from Dear Sugar
NOW A HULU ORIGINAL SERIES NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER REESE'S BOOK CLUB PICK An anniversary edition of the bestselling collection of "Dear Sugar" advice columns written by the author of #1 bestseller Wild—featuring a new preface and six additional columns.

For more than a decade, thousands of people have sought advice from Dear Sugar—the pseudonym of bestselling author Cheryl Strayed—first through her online column at The Rumpus, later through her hit podcast, Dear Sugars, and now through her popular Substack newsletter. Tiny Beautiful Things collects the best of Dear Sugar in one volume, bringing her wisdom to many more readers. This tenth-anniversary edition features six new columns and a new preface by Strayed. Rich with humor, insight, compassion—and absolute honesty—this book is a balm for everything life throws our way.
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Tiny Beautiful Things (10th Anniversary Edition): Reese's Book Club: Advice from Dear Sugar
NOW A HULU ORIGINAL SERIES NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER REESE'S BOOK CLUB PICK An anniversary edition of the bestselling collection of "Dear Sugar" advice columns written by the author of #1 bestseller Wild—featuring a new preface and six additional columns.

For more than a decade, thousands of people have sought advice from Dear Sugar—the pseudonym of bestselling author Cheryl Strayed—first through her online column at The Rumpus, later through her hit podcast, Dear Sugars, and now through her popular Substack newsletter. Tiny Beautiful Things collects the best of Dear Sugar in one volume, bringing her wisdom to many more readers. This tenth-anniversary edition features six new columns and a new preface by Strayed. Rich with humor, insight, compassion—and absolute honesty—this book is a balm for everything life throws our way.
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Tiny Beautiful Things (10th Anniversary Edition): Reese's Book Club: Advice from Dear Sugar

Tiny Beautiful Things (10th Anniversary Edition): Reese's Book Club: Advice from Dear Sugar

by Cheryl Strayed
Tiny Beautiful Things (10th Anniversary Edition): Reese's Book Club: Advice from Dear Sugar

Tiny Beautiful Things (10th Anniversary Edition): Reese's Book Club: Advice from Dear Sugar

by Cheryl Strayed

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Cheryl Strayed of Wild fame is back with a compilation of her best from her Dear Sugar advice column. This is a soothing, therapeutic exploration of life’s nooks and crannies, coated in Strayed’s genuine humor and humanity, making it a great read for practically everyone.

NOW A HULU ORIGINAL SERIES NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER REESE'S BOOK CLUB PICK An anniversary edition of the bestselling collection of "Dear Sugar" advice columns written by the author of #1 bestseller Wild—featuring a new preface and six additional columns.

For more than a decade, thousands of people have sought advice from Dear Sugar—the pseudonym of bestselling author Cheryl Strayed—first through her online column at The Rumpus, later through her hit podcast, Dear Sugars, and now through her popular Substack newsletter. Tiny Beautiful Things collects the best of Dear Sugar in one volume, bringing her wisdom to many more readers. This tenth-anniversary edition features six new columns and a new preface by Strayed. Rich with humor, insight, compassion—and absolute honesty—this book is a balm for everything life throws our way.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780593685211
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date: 11/01/2022
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 25,481
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.90(d)

About the Author

About The Author
Cheryl Strayed is the author of the number-one New York Times bestseller Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail, which has sold more than four million copies worldwide and was made into an Oscar-nominated major motion picture. Tiny Beautiful Things was adapted as a play that has been staged in theaters across the country and as a Hulu television series airing in 2023. Cheryl is also the author of Brave Enough, which brings together more than one hundred of her inspiring quotes, and the debut novel Torch. She has hosted two hit podcasts, Sugar Calling and Dear Sugars. She lives in Portland, Oregon.

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PREFACE TO THE VINTAGE BOOKS
TENTH ANNIVERSARY EDITION (2022)

I’ve long believed literature’s greatest superpower is how it makes us feel less alone. Across generations, cultures, classes, races, genders, and every other divide, stories and sentences can make us think, Oh yes, me too. That is precisely how it feels to love and lose and triumph and try again. The only thing I ever hope to do as a writer is to make people feel less alone, to make them feel more human, to make them feel what I have felt so many times as a reader: stories have the power to save us by illuminating the most profoundly beautiful and terrible things about our existence.
 
That I’ve had the opportunity to do so very directly in my work as Dear Sugar was a lucky surprise. When I took on the unpaid gig of writing the column anonymously for The Rumpus in early 2010, I’d recently completed the first draft of my second book, Wild. I said yes to writing the
Dear Sugar column because I thought it would be fun. It didn’t take long to see I’d been wrong. It was fun, but also so much more than that. This work that began as a lark quickly took on real meaning. It became something I gave everything to.
 
And, eventually, it also became a book—which, over this past decade, has inspired a podcast, a play, and a television show, as well as this expanded tenth-anniversary edition that includes six new columns.
 
All along the way I’ve never forgotten that none of it would’ve been possible without all the people who wrote to me. In an age when there is much discussion about the disconnection that comes from the Internet, the pandemic, the fallout of too much of life lived on screens, Dear Sugar has always been, quite simply, about one person writing a letter to another. In pain and courage and confusion and clarity. In love and fear and faith. Dear Sugar has always been about connecting. It has always been about believing that when we dare to tell the truth about who we are and what we want and how exactly we’re afraid or sad or lost or uncertain that transformation is possible, that light can be found, that courage and compassion can be mustered. To be part of that has been among the greatest privileges of my life.
 
Cheryl Strayed


INTRODUCTION: I Was Sugar Once: Lessons in Radical Empathy
by Steve Almond

Long ago, before there was a Sugar, there was Stephen Elliott. He had this idea for a website, which sounds pretty awful, I admit, except that his idea was really to build an onlinecommunity around literature, called The Rumpus. Being a writer himself, and therefore impoverished, Stephen prevailedupon his likewise impoverished writer friends to help.

And we, his friends, all said yes, because we love Stephen and because (if I may speak for the group) we were all desperatefor a noble-seeming distraction. My contribution was an advice column, which I suggested we call Dear Sugar Butt, after the endearment Stephen and I had taken to using in our email correspondence. I will not belabor the goofy homoeroticism that would lead to such an endearment. It will be enough to note that Dear Sugar Butt was shortened, mercifully, to Dear Sugar. Handing yourself a job as an advice columnist is a pretty arrogant thing to do, which is par for my particular course.But I justified it by supposing that I could create a different sort of advice column, both irreverent and brutally honest.The design flaw was that I conceived of Sugar as a persona, a woman with a troubled past and a slightly reckless tongue. And while there were moments when she felt real to me, whenI could feel myself locking into the pain of my correspondents, more often I faked it, making do with wit where my heart failed me. After a year of dashing off columns, I quit.

And that might have been the end of Sugar had I not, around this time, come across a nonfiction piece by Cheryl Strayed. I knew Cheryl as the author of a gorgeous and wrenching novel called Torch. But reading this essay, a searing recollection of infidelity and mourning, filled me with a tingling hunch. I wrote to ask if she wanted to take over as Sugar.

It was an insane request. Like me, Cheryl had two small kids at home, a mountain of debt, and no regular academic gig. The last thing she needed was an online advice column for which she would be paid nothing. Of course, I did have an ace in the hole: Cheryl had written the one and only fan letter I’d received as Sugar.

* * *

The column that launched Sugar as a phenomenon was written in response to what would have been, for anyone else, a throwaway letter. "Dear Sugar," wrote a presumably young man. "WTF, WTF, WTF? I’m asking this question as it applies to everything every day." Cheryl’s reply began as follows: "Dear WTF, My father’s father made me jack him off when I was three and four and five. I wasn’t any good at it. Myhands were too small and I couldn’t get the rhythm right and I didn’t understand what I was doing. I only knew I didn’t want to do it. Knew that it made me feel miserable and anxious in a way so sickeningly particular that I can feel that same particular sickness rising this very minute in my throat." It was an absolutely unprecedented moment. Advice columnists, after all, adhere to an unspoken code: focus on the letter writer, dispense the necessary bromides, make it all seem bearable. Disclosing your own sexual assault is not part of the code.

But Cheryl wasn’t just trying to shock some callow kid into greater compassion. She was announcing the nature of her mission as Sugar. Inexplicable sorrows await all of us. That was her essential point. Life isn’t some narcissistic game you play online. It all matters—every sin, every regret, every affliction. As proof, she offered an account of her own struggle to reckon with a cruelty she’d absorbed before she was old enough even to understand it. "Ask better questions, sweet pea," she concluded, with great gentleness. "The fuck is your life. Answer it."

Like a lot of folks, I read the piece with tears in my eyes—which is how one reads Sugar. This wasn’t some pro forma kibitzer, sifting through a stack of modern anxieties. She was a real human being laying herself bare, fearlessly, that we might come to understand the nature of our own predicaments.

* * *

I happen to believe that America is dying of loneliness, that we, as a people, have bought into the false dream of convenience, and turned away from a deep engagement with our internal lives—those fountains of inconvenient feeling—and toward the frantic enticements of what our friends in the Greed Business call the Free Market.

We’re hurtling through time and space and information faster and faster, seeking that network connection. But at the same time we’re falling away from our families and ourneighbors and ourselves. We ego-surf and update our status and brush up on which celebrities are ruining themselves, and how. But the cure won’t stick.

And this, I think, is why Sugar has become so important to so many people. Because she’s offering something almost unheard of in our culture: radical empathy. People come to her in real pain and she ministers to them, by telling stories about her own life, the particular ways in which she’s felt thwarted and lost, and how she got found again. She is able to transmute the raw material of the self-help aisle into genuine literature.
 
I think here of the response she offered a man wreckedby his son’s death, who asked her how he might become human again. “The strange and painful truth is that I’m a better person because I lost my mom young,” she wrote. “When you say you experience my writing as sacred what you are touching is the divine place within me that is my mother. Sugar is the temple I built in my obliterated place.”

In this sense, Tiny Beautiful Things can be read as a kind of ad hoc memoir. But it’s a memoir with an agenda. With great patience, and eloquence, she assures her readers that within the chaos of our shame and disappointment and rage there is meaning, and within that meaning is the possibilityof rescue.

* * *

It is striking that Sugar was born on the Internet, that shadow world to which people apply with a need to escape from their true selves, to remake their identities on the cheap, to shine their buttons in public. The Internet can be many things, of course. Too often it’s a cesspool of distraction, a place where we indulge in the modern sport of snark and schadenfreude, building the case for our own bigotries, where we mock and thereby dismiss the suffering of others.

But the lurking dream of all us online lurkers is that we might someday confess to our own suffering, that we migh tfind someone who will listen to us, who will not turn away in the face of our ugliest revelations. That someone is Sugar.

There’s nothing you can tell Sugar that doesn’t strike her as beautiful and human. Which is why men and women write to her about intimacies they can’t share with anyone else, unspeakable urges, insoluble grief. She understands that attention is the first and final act of love, and that the ultimate dwindling resource in the human arrangement isn’t cheap oil or potable water or even common sense, but mercy. With each of her pieces—I hesitate to use the word “columns,”which seems to cheapen what she does—she performs the same miraculous act: she absorbs our stories. She lets them inhabit her, and thinks about the stories they evoke from her own life. She also recognizes that there’s another, truer story beneath the one we generally offer the world, the stuff we can’t or won’t see, the evasions and delusions, the places where we’re simply stuck. Sugar may be tender, but she doesn’t sugarcoat. In this sense, she offers what we wish every mother would: enough compassion tomake us feel safe within our broken need, and enough wisdom to hold on to hope.

I ask you, brave people: Who else is doing this work today? Not the fame merchants of Hollywood, with their explosions and shiny tits, not the for-profit demagogues of the Fourth Estate, and not the politicians who murder morals on behalf of the corporate sponsors and call it policy. Sugar does this work. It’s what makes her an artist.

* * *

Cheryl Strayed was an artist long before she became Sugar. Those of you fortunate enough to have read Cheryl’s novel,Torch, or her memoir, Wild, already know this.

It’s been tricky for Cheryl to negotiate the business ofleading two lives: one as an anonymous columnist with a huge cult following, and the other as writer and mother and wife trying to make ends meet. Critics and Internet snipes will have a good time fulminating on this Cheryl/Sugar dichotomy. But the name on the byline is never what matters to readers. What matters to them are the words on the page.

Tiny Beautiful Things will endure as a piece of literary art, as will Cheryl’s other books, because they do the essential work of literary art: they make us more human than we were before. We need books, and Cheryl’s books in particular, because we are all, in the private kingdom of our hearts, desperate for the company of a wise, true friend. Someone who isn’t embarrassed by our emotions, or her own, who recognizes that life is short and that all we have to offer, in the end, is love.

Radical empathy isn’t the fashion of the day. Late-model capitalism works overtime to keep us focused on the product, not the people. That’s why we need Sugar so badly right now. You’ll see what I mean when you turn the page.

Run toward the darkness, sweet peas, and shine.

—Steve Almond

Table of Contents

Preface to the Vintage Books Tenth Anniversary Edition (2022) xi

Introduction Steve Almond 3

Part I It Was Always Only Us

Like an Iron Bell 13

How You Get Unstuck 19

That Ecstatic Parade 31

A Motorcycle with No One on It 37

The Reckoning 39

There's a Bundle on Your Head 48

Write Like a Motherfucker 53

A New, More Fractured Light 61

Dudes in the Woods 64

Icky Thoughts Turn Me On 73

Reach 78

Part II Whatever Mysterious Starlight that Guided You this Far

The Baby Bird 89

Go! Go! Go! 92

The Black Arc of It 94

Hell Is Other People's Boyfriends 100

Thwack, Thwack, Thwack 104

The Woman Hanging on the End of the Line 110

No Mystery About Sperm 115

The Mad Sex Confessor 124

The Future Has an Ancient Heart 128

Faux Friendship Footsie 135

The Human Scale 139

Part III Carry The Water Yourself

Beauty and the Beast 149

I Chose van Gogh 158

The Other Side of the Pool 160

The Truth That Lives There 166

Too Much Paint 175

Tiny Revolutions 178

Not Enough 185

No Is Golden 187

Romantic Love Is Not a Competitive Sport 193

A Big Life 199

The Known Unknowns 209

On Your Island 212

Part IV You Don't Have to be Broken for Me

The Magic of Wanting to Be 217

A Glorious Something Else 223

A Tunnel That Wakes You 231

How the Real Work Is Done 233

The Ghost Ship That Didn't Carry Us 241

Your Invisible Inner Terrible Someone 249

Waiting by the Phone 253

We Are All Savages Inside 257

The Lusty Broad 264

The Bad Things You Did 268

Bend 274

The Obliterated Place 277

Part V Put it in a Box and Wait

A Bit of Sully in Your Sweet 289

We Are Here to Build the House 299

The Empty Bowl 304

Transcend 312

A Shimmering Slice of Your Mysterious Destiny 317

The Ordinary Miraculous 320

We Call This a Clusterfuck 324

Are You My Mother? 335

Ten Angry Boys 338

Tiny Beautiful Things 350

Part VI We are the Solid

Vespers 357

Trust Yourself Wildly 364

We Are the Solid 370

Heartbreak Hellspace 376

The Truest Story Is Always the Widest One 381

Good Medicine 386

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