A review by mujgan
Mensonges sur le divan by Clément Baude, Irvin D. Yalom

2.0

To think I spent 8€ on this book and stayed up until 4am to finish it... What a waste. I don’t know Irvin Yalom. One thing I know though, is that he isn’t very skilled at storytelling.

I was ticked off by a lot of things in this book. First of all, the descriptions were so. Goddamn. Long. Like, chill dude. No need to pull a Balzac there. I think most people pick this book up to learn about the wonders of psychoanalysis, not to read about you uselessly describing some random dude’s trophy collection. Secondly, the characters were annoying. Everyone was so horny all the time?? (keep it in your pants, gentlemen!