This book taught me two things - the first being that there's always something new to be gained from novels, and sometimes to the point that it could be life-changing. The second would be the fact that there is always some half-forgotten books lying around in your home, just waiting for your attention - finish it, before buying something new.
This book was a gift to Mom by Dad back in 2005 - and it's been with us ever since. I don't know why I suddenly got the urge to read it a week ago, but I found this collection of blank verses at the perfect time in my life.
Apart from a few pages scattered with tidbits that have not aged well at all - Hugh Prather was really on to something here. Orwell said that "The best books are those that tell you what you know already.", and I feel that this holds here - there's nothing that feels inaccessible, pandering, or otherworldly - in fact, Notes to Myself is utterly readable and a solid work of art. I won't spoil it, but suffice to say, there's something here for everyone. ( )

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A collection of thoughts. Some profound, others self indulgent. This book reflects the late 60's and early 70's sense of self discovery. What would later be called the "Me Generation". I can still open this book to a random page and think. Sometimes I find myself there, other times not. ( )

I don't remember where I got this book but it and "Smiles" were a very positive influence on a young kid. Those two books helped me through some rough times. ( )

Each page is new age pith that could be performed by Stuart Smalley. Put the pages together and the process facing the contradiction of self examination of being oneself, where the examination changes the self being observed. Everything is personal becomes an abstract philosophy that depersonalizes. Then the awareness of depersonalization creates new personal emotions. Deep convoluted simplicity, perceived honesty which hides what?

This is one work worth many rereading in different times of life. ( )