Johncee

I am an extreme  skeptic of the self help and pop-sci genres, and I still thought this book was great. It's full of  understandable, achievable , practical advice on how to form good or break bad habits, as well as how to use positive habits and routines to improve nearly all aspects  of your life. And (spoiler alert) it's not about willpower or self-discipline or bootstraps. 

This book was thoughtful and original, and I can see why it has received so much attention, but it wasn't for me. I generally don't enjoy “art about art,” so the Hollywood satire and the screenplay stylization were wasted on me. 

I enjoyed the richly developed background and its reflection of the  experience of  Chinese immigrants and Chinese Americans, and would have read more of this. But storytelling got in the way for me, and then the last 1/3 of the book took a left turn into  a long expository speech that called up feint memories of Atlas Shrugged (with my apologies to Charles Wu for making that hurtful comparison) and bulldozed all the quiet, subtle commentary that came before. 

Well written, but  not written for me. I've largely opted out of social media, never used a dating app, etc.; so while the books themes were familiar, they weren't personal or relatable for me. 

The first few panels started strong, but the quickly went off the rails. It was too camp and slapstick to be scary, and get there were a few short moments of genuine, gruesome horror that were so graphic they stopped me from being able to just go o along for the ride and enjoy the campy, slapstick humor