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出版社：湖南文艺出版社

ISBN：9787540466411

版次：1

商品编码：11436294

品牌：博集天卷

包装：平装

丛书名：心灵鸡汤

外文名称：Chicken Soup for the Soul：Find Your Happiness

开本：32开

出版时间：2014-04-01

用纸：胶版纸

页数：373

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　　《心灵鸡汤》系列发行56个国家，被译为40多种语言。全球热销上亿册，是美国乃至世界各国公认的心灵成长读物。该丛书连续七年蝉联美国热销榜第1，有以下三大优势：

　　暖心的精神读本：

　　每一个故事都凝结着作者真切的人生体悟，平实真挚的语言中蕴含着感人至深的人生哲理，直抵你的内心，让你不再焦虑，并铭记这些路过心上的感动。

　　真诚的人生激励：

　　平凡人的故事，往往才是动人的。书中收罗了数十篇关于追寻幸福、战胜苦厄的文章，让你在阅读后，学会好好关照自己，鼓起前行的梦想与勇气。

　　地道的双语美文：

　　纯正的美式英语，中英双语对照，在欣赏英语美文的同时，让你的写作能力获得潜移默化地提升，锻炼你的阅读语感。

　　《心灵鸡汤：路过心上的美丽英文》汇集了50个与快乐人生有关的故事，每一段故事背后都是一部娓娓道来的个人历史。细细聆听，你将发现原来幸福就在身边，需要你勇敢去追寻与体悟。

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　　《心灵鸡汤》系列发行56个国家，被译为40多种语言。全球热销上亿册，是美国乃至世界各国公认的心灵成长读物。

作者简介

　　杰克·坎菲尔德，是“心灵鸡汤系列丛书”的创始人之一，这套丛书被《时代》杂志赞誉为“近十年来是出版业的神话”。他还参与编写了另外八本畅销作品。

　　马克·维克多·汉森，同杰克·坎菲尔德一样，是“心灵鸡汤系列丛书”的创始人之一。他是一个备受追捧的演讲人、畅销书作者、市场营销专家。他关于可能性、机遇、行动的具有冲击力的见解，已经为全球成千上万人的人生带来了神奇的改变。

　　艾米·纽马克，是“心灵鸡汤系列丛书”的出版人，拥有三十年的从业经历，其身份包括作家、演讲人，以及金融与电信领域的金融分析师和业务主管。

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　　Sometimes Bliss Is a Place

　　有时候幸福是个地方

　　You can fall in love at first sight with a place as with a person.

　　—Alec Waugh

　　I’ve always been something of a wanderer. I’ve lived in a lot of different places, most of them interesting… but none of them permanent. Of course, unlike other sensible wanderers, I’ve also accumulated artifacts of my interesting homes, mostly in the form of books.

　　Books, as even the most casual observer would agree, make moving around a little more of a daunting proposition. Well, that’s true, at least for normal, sane people. Not for me, however, which says something about my sanity: I accumulate books the way other people accumulate postcards, and I’ve always been undaunted by my library. The inevitable result is that I know more about packing and carrying cartons of books than do most moving professionals. Put them in storage? Surely you’re not serious! Mybooks are my friends, creased and underlined and marked up, read and re-read and quoted and shared. Where I go, they go.

　　So I spent years moving about and happily experiencing various lives and loves and accumulating wisdom, experience… and more books. And while every place I lived touched me in some way, I always left when it felt like it was time to leave.

　　Minor digression: the English author Phil Rickman, one of my favorite people in the world, writes amazing suspense novels that are guaranteed to keep you up late at night—I highly recommend them—but one of the things that’s the most noticeable in his books is their venues. The landscape, the place, is as much a character in his stories as are any of the people.

　　I love reading about the places he describes, about those remote places he makes accessible to me, and I’ve always felt instantly connected to the places he writes about; but at the end of the day I couldn’t particularly relate to them.

　　And so I packed my Phil Rickman books with the rest of my library and moved again. And again.

　　And then I went to spend a winter in Provincetown, Massachusetts. Provincetown is truly land’s end—it’s at the tip of Cape Cod, and it feels like the tip of the world. It’s the first place that the Pilgrims landed, well before

　　Plymouth, and the last place one reaches before the Atlantic Ocean… beyond it, there’s nothing but waves and whales before Portugal. It’s not a place that people come by accident; no one “happened” to stop there as they were passing through, because it’s not a place that’s on the way anywhere else.

　　People, I learned, go to Provincetown deliberately: to heal, to find love, to find peace, to find themselves. People go there to live and they go there to die. But no one is there accidentally.

　　Provincetown is at the edge of land, the edge of the sea, the edge of the world. And there I went, thinking that I was going to a quiet place to spend the winter, an isolated wild place to write. Nothing more than that.

　　Almost magically, my first morning there, I innocently tuned my stereo to the local community radio station and heard Dave Carter’s song “Gentle Arms of Eden” and after that I went down to walk out on the pier and by the harbor and… well, the reality is that something happened.

　　Perhaps I merged the lyrics of the song I’d just heard—words that talked about this being my home, my only home, sacred ground that I’d be walking on—and perhaps I integrated Phil Rickman’s sense of place, which so permeated my consciousness, but suddenly I was enveloped by an incredible warmth, an amazing sense of being exactly where I should be. And—this was new for me—not just “where I should be right now,” but, rather, “where I should be. Period.”

　　As the days passed, the feeling intensified, and with it a sense of wellbeing that I had never experienced before. This was where I belonged, where I fit in, just like a missing piece to a puzzle.

　　I got involved in the community, met people, made friends. I walked the beach in the vilest weather, my coat wrapped tightly around me, the sand stinging my face, and I never felt so alive. I sat in my aerie and wrote and wrote and wrote… finishing the novel I’d originally gone there to write, and letting more projects flow and fall into place… a short story, an article, essays, poems… it was as though the place had unlocked everything that was real and vital and creative inside me.

　　And after months and months of living there—after years and years of wandering—I finally put down roots and bought a house. An old sea captain’shouse, built in 1835, where I finally built the library of my dreams, floorto- ceiling shelves filled with my friends, filled with stories and tales and information that fed my life and imagination.

　　And as I settled in, suddenly I understood Phil Rickman’s portrayal of place as a character in a story, for I felt that I was entering into a relationship with this place. Every day I woke up and was immediately aware of where I was, enjoying the sun shining through my windows and illuminating the myriad spines of books on my shelves, and realizing that within ten minutes I could be 心灵鸡汤：路过心上的美丽英文 [Chicken Soup for the Soul：Find Your Happiness] 下载 mobi epub pdf txt 电子书格式