What a pretentious piece of ridiculous crap.
• Harmful, uninformed medical opinions (Why?? It’s a book on creativity. Just NO)
• Bizarre and illogical assessments of historical figures
• COMPLETELY FAKE STATISTICS (How did those even survive editing? You can’t make figures up to back your outrageous opinions. You need real sources. They should be cited. This is the fastest way to enrage a librarian)
• Constant judgment (as if I can’t get enough of that in small town Missouri)
• So much repetition I want to poke my eyes out (because I’m not an idiot and got it the first 50 times you said it)
• And an exhausting, superior, egotistical attitude.
I can’t believe I wasted money on such a terrible book. It can go straight to hell, where I’m sure creative folk are being forced to read it for eternity–which is about the best argument I’ve ever heard for salvation. And yes, that’s officially the meanest thing I’ve ever said about any book, ever, and I don’t regret it. This book earned my disdain, and I’d like to save the rest of you from a terrible reading experience.
Typically, I avoid posting one star ratings and reviews, but since this is parading about calling itself nonfiction, I have to interject to say it’s nothing more than a bizarre and often offensive opinion piece, full of some very obvious statements about creativity. Don’t read this drivel, unless you just enjoy judgmental, condescending monologues that go nowhere.
If you want an interesting, thoughtful book on writing and creativity, try Stephen King’s ON WRITING.