So many of us hide behind walls of shame and self doubt and fear, we never allow anyone to get close enough to us to see the real us, and this book is all about tearing down those walls to walk in the freedom of Just. Anytime I need a little pick-me-up in my single girl walk, I reach for my very worn copy of this book.If you’ve ever had a bad date, experienced a drive-by relationship, or wondered if you’re the last single girl left on the face of this planet – this book is for you.In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room.

Wildly funny and exceptionally moving, this book had me laughing hysterically one minute and crying just as hysterically the next. (that just might be popping up later on this list), but have you heard of his follow-up book?

Does Susan find her Happily Ever After at the end of the book? For anyone who has ever been through a breakup (and who hasn’t? And it comes from a man, so it’s like having a built-in guy friend to be the voice of reason in your post-breakup, driving by the guy’s house, stalking his Facebook page misery.

They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.” I stood up, and He led me out of the room.

But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings.

And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again.

“Books I Have Read,” “Lies I Have Told”, “Comfort I Have Given”, “Jokes I Have Laughed At”. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot.

Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve Yelled at My Brothers.” Other I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger”, “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents”. When I came to a file marked “Lustful Thoughts”, I felt a chill run through my body. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self- pitying sigh. The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel With”. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all.

Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match. Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room.