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One New Year’s Day, Noelle Oxenhandler took stock of her life and found that she was alone after a long marriage, seemingly doomed to perpetual house rental and separated from the spiritual community that once had sustained her. With little left to lose, she launched a year’s experiment in desire, forcing herself to take the plunge and try the path of Putting It Out There. It wasn’t easy. A skeptic at heart, and a practicing Buddhist as well, Oxenhandler had grown up with a strong aversion to mixing spiritual and...
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One New Year’s Day, Noelle Oxenhandler took stock of her life and found that she was alone after a long marriage, seemingly doomed to perpetual house rental and separated from the spiritual community that once had sustained her. With little left to lose, she launched a year’s experiment in desire, forcing herself to take the plunge and try the path of Putting It Out There. It wasn’t easy. A skeptic at heart, and a practicing Buddhist as well, Oxenhandler had grown up with a strong aversion to mixing spiritual and earthly matters. Still, she suspended her doubts and went for it all: a new love, a healed soul, and the 2RBD/1.5 BA of her dreams. Thus began her initiation into the art of wishing brazenly.

In this charming, compelling, and ultimately joyful book, Oxenhandler records a journey that is at once comic and poignant, light and dark, earthy and spiritual. Along the way she wonders: Does wishing have power? Is there danger in wishing? Are some wishes more worthy than others? And what about the ancient link between suffering and desire? To answer her questions, she delves into the history of wishing, from the rain dance and deer song of primeval magic to modern beliefs about mind over matter, prosperity consciousness, and the law of attraction.

As the months go by, Oxenhandler is humbled to discover the courage it takes to make a wish and thus open oneself to the unknown. She is surprised when her experiment expands to include other people and other places in ways she never imagined. But most of all, she is amazed to find that there is, indeed, both power and danger in the act of wishing. For soon her wishes begin to come true–in ways that meet, subvert, and overflow her expectations. And what started as a year’s dare turns into a way of life.

A delightfully candid memoir, unfettered, poetic, and ripe with discovery, Oxenhandler’s journey into the art and soul of wishing will inspire even the most skeptical reader to search the skies for the next shooting star.


"This is a wonderful book, full of wisdom gleaned from a year of Noelle Oxenhandler's daring to embrace what she had previously denied herself--her own personal wishes. I highly recommend The Wishing Year for anyone wanting to learn more about what life has to offer when we pay attention to our heart's desires."
Sarah Susanka, author of The Not So Big Life

"Do you want to know how wishes come true? Then read The Wishing Year. It's a book that beautifully illuminates the art and mystery of wishing--and it does so in a way that is inspiring, funny, serious, honest, heartfelt, and irresistibly readable."
–Jack Kornfield, author of After the Ecstasy, the Laundry

"The Wishing Year is an elegant exploration of the way thought shapes reality. Writing with great personal honesty and candor, Noelle Oxenhandler's exhilarating prose takes us deep into the pain and glory of being human."
–Mark Epstein, M.D., author of Open to Desire

“Oxenhandler's new book makes it okay to be a smart, sophisticated grow-up who also believes in magic. She dives beneath the new age veneer and deconstructs how wishes really come true.” –Susan Piver, author of How Not to Be Afraid of Your Own Life

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The year she turned 50, Oxenhandler (The Eros of Parenthood) deeply longed for three things: a house, a man and spiritual healing. This memoir tells of her 12-month attempt to fulfill these longings while reflecting on "the quintessentially human act of wishing," with all its power and pitfalls. She goes house hunting, visits places of spiritual sanctuary and nurtures a new relationship-all while struggling to overcome her tendency to be a "terrible wish snob" who balks at the notion of voicing worldly and altruistic wishes together in the same breath, of mixing the profane and the divine more generally. She considers wishing in its broader contexts: mythology, American history, folktales, theology, superstition, philosophy, New Age and psychology. Her philosophy/religious-studies education, guilt-prone sensibility (she's half-Jewish and was raised Catholic) and 30-year history as a practicing Buddhist complicate her careful study and make for a smart read. Oxenhandler does little to resolve or even fully explore the crises that set her on her quest (seven years earlier, an affair ended her marriage as well as her place in her spiritual community), and her pat conclusions hardly match the strength of the work as a whole. Nonetheless, readers will enjoy watching Oxenhandler realize her dreams through diligence, hard work and a "willing suspension of disbelief" in the captivating magic of wishing. (July)

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Oxenhandler, whose essays have been published in The New Yorker and the New York Times Magazine, knew the time had come to make changes in her life. While she understood intellectually that life is change, she also feared that change might set the universe into some kind of weird motion she couldn't control. For this memoir, Oxenhandler researched anything and everything having to do with wishing, from the ancients' ideas on wishful thinking to current notions on the "laws of attraction." She writes of how, despite her doubts, she eventually realized her wishes-for a healed soul, a new love, and, more tangibly, the two-bedroom/one-and-a-half-bath house of her dreams-and how she moved on from there. The ways in which her wishes came true make for both joyful and humorous reading. Those who enjoyed Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat, Pray, Love or Oxenhandler's earlier works, A Grief Out of Season and The Eros of Parenthood, will want this title. Recommended for all libraries with large collections of popular reading. [See Prepub Alert, LJ3/1/08.]
—Pam Kingsbury

Kirkus Reviews
Middle-aged woman asks the universe for everything she wants and is met with mixed results. Oxenhandler (Creative Writing/Sonoma State Univ.; The Eros of Parenthood, 2001, etc.) mines her quotidian ups and downs during a 12-month period with the exacting honesty and hopefulness of a Buddhist Anne Lamott. At the beginning of the year, the author articulates exactly what she wishes for at the behest of her friend Carole, an eccentric artist in possession of four homes (three of them in France) who usually "finds a way to acquire" everything she wants. Oxenhandler's chief desires are to own a house and find a romantic partner. Over the next several months, she undertakes everything from building shrines in the likeness of her individual wishes to reading a vast array of books on the subject of manifesting desire. As a practicing Buddhist, she has long eschewed the open hunger for material things; her shift on this subject comprises one of the book's more interesting aspects. Doors begin to open: She has an opportunity to buy the house she's been renting in northern California, and she meets a man who possesses every quality she'd hoped for in a mate. The greatest challenge here involves maintaining the reader's interest, which may wane in the absence of any major dramatic tension. Descriptions of myriad encounters with friends too plentiful to name sometimes grate, as does Oxenhandler's freehanded way with quotations. The chapter in which she tries to "wish away a wart" is hardly engrossing. Ultimately, though, following her through a generally successful year, readers come away with the feeling that there's something wonderfully quixotic about her belief in the power of wishing. An oddballbut endearing combination of meticulous research and winsome enthusiasm. Agent: Kim Witherspoon/InkWell Management
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781400064854
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 7/8/2008
  • Pages: 224
  • Product dimensions: 5.86 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.12 (d)

Meet the Author

Noelle Oxenhandler is the author of two previous nonfiction books, A Grief Out of Season and The Eros of Parenthood. Her essays have appeared in many national and literary magazines, including The New Yorker, The New York Times Magazine, San Francisco Chronicle Magazine, Vogue, Tricycle, Parabola, Utne Reader, and O: The Oprah Magazine. She has taught in the graduate writing program at Sarah Lawrence College and is a member of the creative writing faculty at Sonoma State University in California. A practicing Buddhist for more than thirty years, Oxenhandler is the mother of a grown daughter and lives in Northern California.
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The Wishing Year
By Noelle Oxenhandler
Random House
Copyright © 2008 Noelle Oxenhandler
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9781588367136

Chapter One

Chapter One


Shrines: Honoring Desire

It’s New Year’s Day: bright and cold, with wind moving through the tops of the eucalyptus trees and silver clouds gathering in the distance. Beside me on the table are the remains of last night’s rather quiet celebration: in a glass bowl, four walnut sailboats float on water, their mission accomplished. Bobbing in a small sea of varying good fortunes, each made its way to one particular rolled-up paper message, tied with a gold ribbon. Mine read: “This year you will make a remarkable voyage to a place you’ve never been.”


Whenever I encounter the word voyage, the word Hawaii springs up like a flower. For as long as I can remember, it’s been my wish place, a place in whose actual existence I’ve never fully believed. I’ve looked through travel books, gazed at other people’s photographs, and tried to imagine myself actually there among its iridescent green valleys, its waterfalls and lava beds, its banks of plumeria, hibiscus, and bromeliad. Yet Hawaii has always seemed out of reach to me, a place for which I lacked some crucial piece of paper, a ticket or permit saying, “Let her pass.”

In any case, I already sense that the fortune I’ve drawn is about a different kind of voyage—not so much to a place as to a different state ofmind.

Fortunes, oracles, signs, and omens: don’t they belong to the same family as the wish? They all spring from that great human need to gain some purchase on the future—if not actually to alter its course, then at least to see into its shape, discern its contours, its pattern of light and dark.

When I look up the word wish in the dictionary, here’s what I find: it comes from the Middle English wen, and is related to the Latin venus as well as venom (originally a kind of love potion) and to venereal (referring to love disease), along with venison (containing a link to hunting).

Already, in that one small word, so much is gathered: desire, danger, seeking. It seems in itself a kind of omen for the “remarkable voyage” I’m about to embark on. But let me begin by laying my cards on the table, alongside the glass bowl with its four walnut boats.

Like most people I know, I have a long list of wishes for the world around me. However, when it comes to things on the cosmic scale— things as immense and complex as ending war, hunger, poverty, disease, and the destruction of the natural environment—I don’t yet have much faith in the power of wishing. Perhaps such faith will emerge as I move forward, but for now I need to focus on a smaller scale. Using my own life as a petri dish, I’m going to start with the two wishes at the top of my personal list.

One is to be spiritually healed. The second is to buy a house.

Is it crazy, a kind of blasphemy even, to set these two cards alongside each other, as though they belong to the same deck?

Not long ago, while I was slumped on the sofa late at night, I happened to catch a popular TV evangelist who was dressed to the nines with big hair, major earrings, and bright makeup. “I’m expecting radical favor!” she beamed, raising her bejeweled hands toward God in His heaven. “I’m expecting favor, blessings, and the best cut of meat in the house!” Her audience beamed back from their stadium seats, as though God, at that very moment, was processing their order for prime rib.

Where does such chutzpah come from? I wondered. When I was young I was taught not to engage in petitionary prayer. Or rather, I was taught that it was all right to petition God for things of the spirit, but not for things of the world. Ask and ye shall receive, I was taught. But it was understood that what ye asked for was grace, peace, forgiveness—not jewels on your fingers or Angus beef.

Of course, you might pray for someone who was ill to be healed, for someone who’d lost his job to find employment, for a family whose house had burned to find shelter—but such specific requests for divine intervention in earthly affairs were reserved for dire occasions, for situations of acute suffering and drastic need. Though God was omnipotent and omniscient, the source of time and the end of time, He didn’t have time to fritter away. He had to focus on matters of supreme importance—sustaining the universe from moment to moment, forgiving sins, granting life everlasting. You didn’t badger Him for lesser favors, and you trusted Him to take care of your deepest needs.

A few nights ago I was invited to join a gathering of women in a beautiful house in Sausalito, which is just south of where I live. They ranged in age from thirty to sixty-something, and among them were therapists, artists, writers, musicians, entrepreneurs. They were an impressive group: highly educated, well traveled, creative, accomplished, and spiritually oriented. Though most of them had never met me before, they were gracious and welcoming. And yet as the evening wore on, I began to feel very estranged. After dinner our hostess lit the logs in the fireplace and asked us to gather in the living room. Flopped on the sofa, chairs, and pillows in front of the fire, we were invited to share our wishes for the coming New Year. One by one, around the circle, each woman spoke—and as the ritual went on, I felt more and more uncomfortable.

“I wish for world peace,” the first woman said. Then, after only a slight pause, she continued, “I want to develop a new product line. And I want to lose weight.” The next woman began, “I wish to become more forgiving. I wish for a boyfriend. And new client referrals.” And so it went around the circle until it was my turn—and I could barely speak. I stammered something vague and abstract about “seeking more balance in my life,” and then—when they went out to the garden to light candles—I slinked away in the dark.

Driving home, I tried to figure out what was the matter with me, why I had fled from a group of kind and intelligent women who were openly and sincerely articulating their desires. That’s when I realized: I’m a terrible wish snob. It’s not that I mean to be. It’s that somehow I grew up with a powerful wish hierarchy in place. Under this regime, it’s okay to wish openly for compassion or world peace. It’s okay, if someone asks you what you want for your birthday, to say you want a sweater or a bracelet. It’s okay, if you’re having a conversation with your friends, to say you want to find a lover or switch careers or lose ten pounds. But in a ceremonial setting, to openly declare certain desires for personal happiness, and to set them alongside more universal and spiritual goals as if they were all simply part of a continuum: that’s taboo.

Recently, while reading a magazine, I came across a letter that John F. Kennedy received from his mother during the last year of his life. “Dear Jack,” she wrote, “In looking over my old diary, I found that you were urged on one occasion, when you were five years old, to wish for a happy death. But you turned down this suggestion and said that you would like to wish for two dogs instead.”

Clearly, the little boy hadn’t yet grasped the hierarchy of wishes, and that’s partly what makes the story comic. It presupposes a certain spiritual framework, one in which adults do not merge the categories because to do so is actually a serious matter, a metaphysical breach. And indeed when I dare to say in the same breath, “I want to be spiritually healed and I want to buy a house,” I feel a visceral dread, a sinking in my gut, and an impulse to run for cover like a scared rabbit in an open field. It’s the feeling that something out there in the universe, some form of the powers that be, is going to swoop down and do me in.

But heck: here I am, living in northern California, the land of Putting It Out There. Which is to say, the land of unabashed articulation of desire, a place where one out of every three people subscribes to the belief that—so long as what we want does not cause harm to others—the universe wants us to be happy. And if only we will take the time (1) to discover what it is we really want, (2) to focus and articulate this desire, and (3) to remove the obstacles that arise in the form of certain negative thoughts and habitual behaviors— the universe will cooperate with us to bring about our goals.

When I returned to California thirteen years ago, the move was not just a huge geographical shift. I was also trying to shed a way of life that was the opposite of Putting It Out There—a way of life that might have been called Warding It Off or even Making It Hard. Why is it that some of us seem drawn to hardship as if it’s a magnet, entranced by the uphill road? Isn’t our behavior counterrevolutionary, unadaptive, like fish trying to swim without fins or birds clipping their own wings?

Of mixed Jewish and Catholic heritage, I grew up with an alertness to suffering and a fear of disproportionate earthly happiness that seemed equally reinforced by both traditions.

Consider the Jewish custom of breaking a glass at a wedding. Many people believe that it symbolizes the breaking of the bride’s hymen, but some scholars tell a different story. In a village in medieval Poland, a distinguished rabbi came upon a wildly exuberant wedding party. Amid the laughter, the feasting and dancing, the rabbi grew anxious. The joy was so intense and uncontained that it was bound to catalyze misfortune. The solution? Break a glass, in order to restore a proper sense of measure. Create a small disaster, in order to stave off the looming presence of a big one.

That solution makes perfect sense to me. It’s a kind of mathematics of existence, a chemical equation: too much undiluted happiness will seed the clouds. When you’ve been a tribe apart for thousands of years, the stakes are huge. Who knows when your little oasis of happiness will be destroyed again, bringing you endless wanderings, slavery, pogroms, cattle trains? You must remember these things, even when you rejoice. At the Passover feast each spring, when you eat the egg that symbolizes your tribe’s new life, you must taste it along with a sprig of bitter herbs, dunked in a bowl of saltwater tears.

At the same time that I was absorbing the long history of Jewish suffering, I was encountering the image of Jesus dragging his heavy cross, the saints and martyrs enduring fire and flagellation, sleeping on nails and consorting with lepers. Baptized a Catholic, when I was confirmed at age thirteen I chose the name Bernadette, in honor of the little wood-gathering saint who encountered the Virgin Mary not far from the French village of Lourdes. I’d come across her photograph once, and it had moved me. Circa 1852, it showed a frail young girl bent under a giant mound of sticks.

Then there was my grandmother Grace, who lived a few blocks away from us in Santa Monica and whom I often visited in her small apartment. With her snow-white hair and fine manners, her violets and embroidery and paper-thin cookies, she seemed the quintessence of old-lady sweetness—but I knew that she carried inside her a secret core of fierceness. As a young girl she had been lovely, with sapphire-blue eyes and a cloud of brown hair. She had grown up in a big house in Chicago in the 1880s, in the sort of neighborhood where people thwacked croquet balls on summer lawns and gathered around the piano on chilly nights, dressed in yards of starched and pleated clothing. She had elegant suitors.

Yet as a young woman she had left it all behind to become a social worker among the coal miners of Alabama. “Tell me the Friday-night story!” I used to beg her, because it thrilled me to think of my dainty grandmother living dangerously. And she would tell me how on Friday nights when the miners got paid they would go to the bar in town and get drunk and rowdy. She’d be in her room in her long white nightgown, in her stocking feet and with her hair brushed loose, and she would hear them on their way home, singing and shouting and breaking bottles. Then she would come to my favorite part of the story: I’d drag my dresser to block my door, so the men couldn’t break into my room.

The Jews dragging their tents through the desert. Jesus dragging his cross. Bernadette dragging her load of sticks. My grandmother dragging her dresser. Somehow I grew up believing that the recipe for an authentic life was Drag something heavy. Later on, when I learned the Buddhist expression “Whatever walks in the family gate is not the true treasure,” it hit home for me. Always suspicious of anything that seemed to come too easily, I’m quite sure that if I’d been born with a silver spoon in my mouth, I would have tried to yank it out.

And though I wasn’t born with a silver spoon, there were other shiny things that came to me early in life, as if handed on a platter. One of them was California, where I grew up in nearly perpetual sunshine by the ocean: first in southern and then in northern California. Somewhere along the way I internalized the attitude of much of the rest of the world that life in California—despite the always imminent threat of earthquake, flood, and fire—is too easy and therefore unreal. And so as soon as I was old enough to leave home, I moved to the realest place I could find. I moved across the country to another universe: flat, cold, and incessantly gray. The college I’d chosen was south of Lake Erie in Ohio, and in May, toward the end of my first school year, I was sitting at my desk when I became aware of a strange sensation in my eyes. I rubbed vigorously, attempting to remove the foreign object, and then I realized: the foreign object was sunlight. I put my head on my desk and sobbed.

Yet, true to form, I stayed in that gray zone for another two decades. From Ohio I moved to Toronto for graduate school in philosophy. Then, having discovered Zen Buddhism, I moved directly south of Lake Ontario to study at the Rochester Zen Center, deep in the snow belt of New York. In that part of the world, the sky is gray for nearly three hundred days a year—and not a mobile, light-infused gray, but a dense gray in which there is not the least glimmer of light.

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Table of Contents

Introduction     xv
Putting it Out There
January: Shrines: Honoring Desire     3
February: Arrows: Aiming for Love     26
March: Gold: Gathering Money     44
April: Shit: Facing the Darkness     64
May: Craft: Wishing Well     80
Raking it in
June: Magic: Tracing Primal Roots     101
July: Grace: Seeking Divine Favor     119
August: Guides: Discovering Their Presence     139
Holding it Lightly
September: Thoughts: Tapping Their Power     167
October: Body/Mind: Trusting Connection     194
November: Abundance: Realizing the Dream     221
December: After Wishing: In Praise of What's Here     251
Acknowledgments     281
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1. The Wishing Year’s point of departure is “an–almost–equal mix of hope and skepticism” about wishing. Where would you place yourself on this spectrum? Do you start off with a strong belief in the power of wishing, with strong doubts, or somewhere in between?

2. The author describes herself as being a “wish snob.” She writes, “It’s not that I mean to be. It’s that somehow I grew up with a powerful wish hierarchy in place.” What about you? Would you describe yourself as “a wish-snob”? For example, would it be easy for you to announce to a throng of people that you were wishing for things as disparate as “world peace” and “new kitchen cabinets”? Why or why not?

3. In regard to her own attitudes about wishing, the author traces their origins to her basic temperament, her Jewish-Catholic childhood, and her longtime interest in the study and practice of Buddhism. What about you? In regard to your attitudes about wishing, what do you feel have been the major formative influences?

4. From classic fairy tales to contemporary films, the theme of wishing abounds in stories for children. When you were a child, what stories about wishing were most vivid for you? Why do you think those particular stories made such an impression on you?

5. From time immemorial, a great many superstitions have swirled around the act of wishing. What about you–do you have any superstitions about daring to wish for what you want? If so, what are they, and why do you think you adhere to them?

6. An underlying theme of The Wishing Year is the relationship between wishingand suffering. The author describes herself as being, in spite of herself, attached to suffering. (In the “April” chapter, she describes her revelation, upon rereading Viktor Frankl’s Man’s Search for Meaning, that she had remembered only one of Frankl’s two descriptions of coming upon a field of flowers after being released from a concentration camp–the one in which he was numb to their beauty, rather than the one in which he fell to his knees in awe.) What about you? Do you feel that you are in any way attached to suffering?If so, how does this attachment affect your attitude toward wishing? Does it make you afraid to wish for what you want? Do you have the deep belief that you have to suffer for what you want?

7. Whether they refer to it as God, the Universe, the Source, or whatever, many people believe that there is some sort of transcendent power out there that is ready, willing, and eager to exert itself on our behalf, if only we would let it. What do you think about this? Is it something about which you feel deeply skeptical, full of hope, or somewhere in between?

8. When it comes to seeking romantic love, what do you believe is the right combination of wishing, waiting, and working to make something happen? Are you a classic romantic, who thinks that love descends upon us from out of the blue? Or do you believe a more active approach is needed? Whatever your stance, how did you come by it? How has it played itself out in your life?

9. Over thousands of years of human existence, there is probably nothing that has been most urgently, intensely wished for than the desire to be cured of illness and restored to health. What do you think about this very complex–and, in our era, very controversial–issue? Do you think that wishing has a place in healing? When you read (in the “October” chapter) about the author’s friend George, who refused medical treatment and entrusted himself entirely to mind over matter, what thoughts come to mind? Do you see any value in his approach, or do you believe that he was simply deluded?

10. The Secret has been an immensely powerful DVD and book, inspiring millions of people around the world to believe in and practice “the law of attraction.” In the “September” chapter of The Wishing Year, the author herself becomes an initiate and finds that she’s both encouraged and repelled by the “focus and ye shall have it” attitude. What are your feelings about The Secret? Are you a 100 percent believer, or do you have some reservations about it? Why?

11. Is there anything that you have ever intensely wished for in your life? If so, what was it, and was there any method to your wishing? What was the outcome for you? Have you ever tried to make a wish come true for someone else? If so, what was the outcome? Is there something you are wishing for now–for yourself, for someone close to you, or for the wider world?

12. Carole Watanabe, whom the author describes as “the Queen of Putting It Out There,” is a great believer in making a tangible thing–in the form of a three-dimensional shrine–as a first step toward actualizing one’s desires. Have you ever made a shrine? Would you like to make one? If so, what would it look like, and why?

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  • Posted March 23, 2009

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    I now make wishes all the time!

    Noelle Oxenhandler is not afraid to show the spiritual side of wishing and all the elements that go with it. She describes the art of wishing with such ease that it makes you want to stop and wish for everything and anything.
    She adds magic in this 21st century to the art of wishing and were people no longer believe in wishing.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2008

    Not the new-age chick-lit book you might have thought

    I'm surprised this book is listed in the Women's Studies category. It's a memoir by a woman, yes, but its appeal should and could be wider. Oxenhandler has a healthy skepticism towards the idea of wishes having power, and her change of outlook is based in just as practical a mindset. Her graduate degree in philosophy and the fact that she's well-read inform the book. As someone who finds it easier to believe that 'if wishes were horses, beggers would ride', I find myself respectful of her experience and moved by what she went through. And I'm enjoying learning about other cultures' beliefs along the way.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 4, 2008

    Beautiful!! Buy Additional Copies for Friends!

    I bought additional copies and gifted them to friends. I'm 45, an environmental scientist, mother of college age kids, already own a house and have a man...And Noelle's beautiful, smart, honest storytelling made me 'wish' the book wouldn't end. The Wishing Year is parts natural history, memoir, and inspiration.. I hope she spends another year wishing and writing about it.

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