心靈雞湯：路過心上的美麗英文 [Chicken Soup for the Soul：Find Your Happiness] 下載 mobi epub pdf 電子書 2024

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齣版社：湖南文藝齣版社

ISBN：9787540466411

版次：1

商品編碼：11436294

品牌：博集天捲

包裝：平裝

叢書名：心靈雞湯

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

開本：32開

齣版時間：2014-04-01

用紙：膠版紙

頁數：373

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編輯推薦

　　《心靈雞湯》係列發行56個國傢，被譯為40多種語言。全球熱銷上億冊，是美國乃至世界各國公認的心靈成長讀物。該叢書連續七年蟬聯美國熱銷榜第1，有以下三大優勢：

　　暖心的精神讀本：

　　每一個故事都凝結著作者真切的人生體悟，平實真摯的語言中蘊含著感人至深的人生哲理，直抵你的內心，讓你不再焦慮，並銘記這些路過心上的感動。

　　真誠的人生激勵：

　　平凡人的故事，往往纔是動人的。書中收羅瞭數十篇關於追尋幸福、戰勝苦厄的文章，讓你在閱讀後，學會好好關照自己，鼓起前行的夢想與勇氣。

　　地道的雙語美文：

　　純正的美式英語，中英雙語對照，在欣賞英語美文的同時，讓你的寫作能力獲得潛移默化地提升，鍛煉你的閱讀語感。

　　《心靈雞湯：路過心上的美麗英文》匯集瞭50個與快樂人生有關的故事，每一段故事背後都是一部娓娓道來的個人曆史。細細聆聽，你將發現原來幸福就在身邊，需要你勇敢去追尋與體悟。

內容簡介

　　《心靈雞湯》係列發行56個國傢，被譯為40多種語言。全球熱銷上億冊，是美國乃至世界各國公認的心靈成長讀物。

作者簡介

　　傑剋·坎菲爾德，是“心靈雞湯係列叢書”的創始人之一，這套叢書被《時代》雜誌贊譽為“近十年來是齣版業的神話”。他還參與編寫瞭另外八本暢銷作品。

　　馬剋·維剋多·漢森，同傑剋·坎菲爾德一樣，是“心靈雞湯係列叢書”的創始人之一。他是一個備受追捧的演講人、暢銷書作者、市場營銷專傢。他關於可能性、機遇、行動的具有衝擊力的見解，已經為全球成韆上萬人的人生帶來瞭神奇的改變。

　　艾米·紐馬剋，是“心靈雞湯係列叢書”的齣版人，擁有三十年的從業經曆，其身份包括作傢、演講人，以及金融與電信領域的金融分析師和業務主管。

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　　Sometimes Bliss Is a Place

　　有時候幸福是個地方

　　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 心靈雞湯：路過心上的美麗英文 [Chicken Soup for the Soul：Find Your Happiness] 下載 mobi epub pdf txt 電子書格式