A few months ago one of dad’s friend’s gifted him this book, which has been gathering oodles of dust on the book shelf.

Yesterday, finding nothing light to read – I picked it out of the bookshelf, dusted it, and tried to read it.

Tried is the key word here. I managed 3 whole chapters before I gave up. Part spiritual mumbo jumbo, part management gobbledegook it is a scary read. The prose is turgid, the characterisation worse and the self help out of Yoda‘s school of gurudom.

The monk should have pledged his ferrari and taken writing lessons. Seriously!