While I’m all for self-development and self-improvement, this book failed to deliver all the way around. It felt like a sales pitch to rah-ray live a better life and coming from a cocky millennial whose credentials seem to be coming back from a low point of not being the top producer for his company, the businesses he started were failing, and he was in debt. He readily shares that that was a much lower point that his near-fatal accident where he wasn’t expected to be able to walk. A matter of messed up priorities much?
His morning recommendations are as superficial as they are trite, with no real meat or substance. Instead, readers are sent to his website, where he presumably sells lots of products and coaching, for deeper explanations and examples. I expect those in a book, which should have a stand-alone value rather than serve as an infomercial.
By all mean, find a way to incorporate self improvement habits into your day, we all benefit from that, but to suggest that you can change your life in 60 minutes (or in some case 6 minutes) a day – without further information and guidance – feels like a sales pitch.
The Miracle Morning doesn’t deliver a miracle; it’s just kind of silly.
The Woman Who Stole My Life is easy going, laughable chick lit, but there’s an underlying message beneath the laughter (and tears). From unknown beautician to a paralyzed patient to renowned writer – and back again – this was full of “what ifs” that I expect will lead to a good discussion of the book.