What Life Lessons Does 'Counselling For Toads' Teach Readers?

In the chaos and quiet of her 30s, a woman reflects on the loves that shaped her, the heartbreaks that undid her, and the tender spaces in between. Through fleeting romances, almost-loves, and the weight of expectations—family’s, society’s, and her own—she navigates a world where connection is currency, vulnerability is rebellion, and self-discovery never comes easy. Told with wit, warmth, and raw honesty, this novel is a journey through modern love: messy, magical, and sometimes maddening. It's about the people who entered her life, the ones who left, and the version of herself she’s still becoming.

In the madness of life, we find the madness of life in ourselves. We are a reflection of the madness of life. We are the embodiment of a crazy life.

The Color of Healing Some scars are invisible, and some smiles are carefully practiced. Seventeen-year-old Elif has spent years surviving a life that no one truly sees. At school, she is the quiet girl who keeps to herself, avoids attention, and hides behind perfect grades. At home, she walks on broken glass, trapped in a house where fear has become part of her daily routine. Believing that trusting people only leads to heartbreak, Elif convinces herself that loneliness is the safest place to live. Everything begins to change when she is paired with Adrian—a confident, charming senior whose carefree smile hides wounds of his own. What starts as a simple school project slowly turns into an unexpected friendship that neither of them saw coming. Adrian notices the pain Elif tries so desperately to hide, while Elif discovers that even the brightest smiles can conceal the deepest scars. As the walls around her heart begin to crumble, buried secrets, painful memories, and dangerous truths threaten to pull them apart. Healing is never easy, and love alone cannot erase the past. Together, they must face their fears, learn to trust again, and decide whether two broken souls can truly help each other find the light. The Color of Healing is a heartfelt slow-burn romance about hope, resilience, friendship, and finding the courage to believe in tomorrow. Filled with emotional moments, unforgettable characters, and the reminder that even the darkest nights eventually give way to dawn, this story proves that healing is not about forgetting the pain—it is about discovering the strength to keep moving forward. Sometimes, the person who changes your life forever is the one you never expected to meet.

I have a poor sense of direction. I can go to the same place ten times and still not know how to get there. So, Aimee Thornton spends an entire week putting all the streets around school into a hand-drawn map for me. There are no directions on the map, only places named "The Convenience Store With the Yellow Dog at the Door" and "The Old Man Who Sells Terrible Tacos". She ruffles my hair and muses, "How is this one going to survive without me?" But everything changes when our friend, Dean Sullivan, comes home from abroad. During our trip, Aimee tells me to get out of the car and check if we've skidded. My feet have just touched the ground when the car speeds off. She texts me the next second. "There's a rest area about three miles ahead. Dean and I will wait for you there. Dean has a point. You'll never get over your poor sense of direction if I don't give you a push." I end up trekking through the torrential downpour for an hour, desperate and panicking. Aimee suddenly sends me a hand-drawn map with an arrow, and she's added a cute smiley face beside it. "Follow the map, and you'll be there in 20 minutes." Alas, I walk until my calves ache, only for the road to narrow and cut off in a dead end. I call Aimee, but Dean's lighthearted laughter greets me instead. "Hey, man, congratulations on taking the wrong way! "I made a bet with Aimee that you wouldn't notice the arrow she'd drawn on the map was deliberately pointing in the opposite direction. As it turns out, I know you better than she does. "And that means I'm the only one she gets to hang out with for the rest of the trip, since having you tag along will be too much trouble." I hear Aimee's indulgent laugh going off beside him. "A bet's a bet. Whatever you say goes, Dean." The price of codependency is too much for me—so much so that I'll be lost if Aimee decides to up and leave me. I wipe my tears dry. I want to find my way alone this time.

Everyone knows hockey captain Noah Carter. The NHL's hottest prospect. The campus golden boy. The guy every girl wants. Everyone... except Ivy Sullivan. After years of being bullied for her size, Ivy has learned that fairytales aren't meant for girls like her. Between keeping her scholarship, working two jobs, and caring for her sick grandmother, falling for the hockey captain was never part of the plan. Until he chose her. Now, the boy who once made her believe she was enough looks at her like they've never met. When circumstances force Ivy to become Noah's private tutor, she's determined to keep her distance. But the closer they get, the more impossible it becomes to ignore the strange familiarity between them... or the feeling that something is terribly wrong. Because some heartbreaks aren't caused by betrayal. Some are caused by forgotten promises. And sometimes, the hardest lesson isn't taught in a classroom... What if he never meant to keep his distance in the first place?

Ever since I was young, I've always been the one made an example of. It's as though I exist solely to teach my older brother, Irwin Blanchard, a lesson. When Irwin spends 50 dollars in an online game, Mom makes me pay off the debt for Irwin so that she can teach him to cherish money. When Irwin gets caught for stealing, Mom forces me to kneel down in front of the store owner and slap myself repeatedly while begging for forgiveness. This is her attempt to teach Irwin to always feel shame and be humble. After Irwin starts junior high, he gets addicted to soft drinks. That's when Mom fills soda bottles with pesticide and places them in the most obvious spots in the living room. When I accidentally drink from a soda bottle, I'm in so much pain and agony that I keep rolling all over the floor. Dad quickly drives me to the hospital that night. On the way there, we are flagged down by a traffic officer, who's there to catch those who drink and drive. Even though Dad has already passed the breathalyzer test, Mom exclaims while laughing, "Your device really is useless! He already had a bottle of beer, and yet it couldn't even detect the alcohol in his breath!" Meanwhile, I feel as though my guts are on fire as I curl up in the backseat. Yet, Mom turns to stare at Irwin. "You see now? This is what you get for drinking!" Too engrossed in nagging Irwin's ear off, Mom fails to notice the fact that my breathing is growing weaker. Mom, are you happy now that your lesson has cost me my life?