Zen

Ugh. Don’t know why I thought this book would help me figure out what I want to do with my life, but it didn’t. One of the worst sorts of self-help books which don’t offer much beyond zen phrases and workbook exercises (never made it that far). This sat on my bedside table for over 2 months during which time I would force myself to read a few pages every couple of days. Hated it.

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The Descent

I had to give up on this one after 120 pages. It’s clever-ish, but the whole point of the book is lost on someone living in 2002. Underground nuclear bomb shelters are quaint nowadays, and I can’t muster enough excitement about the book itself to finish this. It might have something to do with not being the best book to read on the beach, which is where I was when I gave up.

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