4.0

I really enjoyed this book. It fits the genre of "nonfiction by self-absorbed NYC writers" that are dominating my shelf at the moment, and I have to space these out as they can get a bit nauseating. It is more of a memoir than a self-help book, in that the writers happiness experiments might look very different from other peoples'. Lots of seeds planted in my mind that I think will grow as I mull on them over time.

These really are little tips for happy people to become happier, and I feel lucky to be in that category at the moment. I don't know how helpful these ideas would be to someone struggling with real depression, major relationship problems, etc. (Although sometimes small things can make a big difference in how we feel even in tough circumstances, so who knows?) I think it is significant that the writer is a self-described "underbuyer" and has no problem with clutter. She probably has someone else clean for her, too. For many of us, the physical maintenance of our home is a key part of our happiness there and this book doesn't address that at all.

The best part of the book for me? Her hatred of errands! I often feel really insecure about my difficulty doing things like getting pictures framed or school forms filled out, it's so nice to know I'm not the only person (or at least the only woman/mother) who has a hard time with these kinds of things.