For real the only self help book, i have every picked up. On top of that it remained entirely engrossing. Unfilled with pretentious drivel, it at no point offers any sort of judgement or condescension. Which in turn makes it feel both welcoming and motivating in an all together difficult to describe way. I have never once been motivated to clean or tidy out of anything but sheer necessity and yet I'm ready to deep clean and organize my entire house.
This book draws you in with a superb aesthetic and a casual side mystery to intrigue you. It then proceeds to spend the first half filled with pretentious ramblings about a higher state of being and the glory of Walt Whitman that make the motion of rolling your eyes an intense workout. It seems like a literary companion for the running gag in Momma Mia where Harry keeps saying he's spontaneous. However the second half of the book actually offers the content I was looking for; A fun list of concepts and ideas to randomize your routine and make you think, all within an interconnected framework to offer a sense of community without lengthy human interaction. The book is not without merit but is just heavy handed enough that it's easy to abandon.
Austen has been praised endlessly for good reason, so it's all been said. But the endearing nature of her work and the endless layer of subtlety that permeate every page of her writing make it not only a great novel, but endlessly rereadable. Whether it is your first or hundredth read through something new is always there to capture your attention. Austen understood characters and people to the point that even the most minor characters dont fall flat and return anew as old friends with each possible read through.
As the daughter of a librarian I respect all books good and bad. One page in I knew who the murder was, but assumed I was wrong. I was not wrong! I actually wanted to physically harm this book after the final plot twist was revealed and I'm the person that cringes every time a movie character dog ears a book. This book makes me want to run Dean Koontz over with a car repeatedly like the monster from Jeepers Creepers! That is how much I hate this book.
One of the most thought provoking and entertaining pieces of media I've ever encountered. Months later I still find myself trapped in thought thinking about it.