Prepare for some classic damning-with-faint-praise.
This book is
okay. There are mild smiles of recognition, occasional vague warm
fuzzies, some confused "huh?s" Why I bothered to pick it up after the
first one, I'll never know, because it is much of the same.
the other hand, this book didn't irritate me the same way the first one
did. Maybe I was in a better mood, maybe I'd gotten used to the style, I
don't know. It's certainly not because it's substantially different.
what is up with the random bolding of two or three words at a time? I
could never make out a rhyme or reason for them, and they were
This and the book before it go on my list
of things that should have stayed websites. It strikes me that this is
exactly the sort of thing that might be fun to read once a day as you
surf on by - but as a compilation, there's not enough there to make it
worthwhile to read in a huge gulp. Some things should be just what they
are - small blog posts. (I know, I know, where's the money in that? And
far be it from me to tell that blog author to turn down a chance at
The author tries too hard to be universal most of
the time. The times when he related actual stories or actual occurrences
I enjoyed much more than the generic "putting on warm socks out of the
dryer." If there was more of the author in the stories, there might be
more there to read. More context, more content. Something. Embrace your
So this is fine. It's probably a classic
gift book for someone you don't know very well. And while I fully
believe in appreciating the small things in life, of actively looking
for moments of wonder, this book didn't really bring me inside why these
were the things that made the author's day.