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This Is Not a Book about Benedict Cumberbatch
by Tabitha Carvan
I really didn't know much about this book before starting it, except that it had an interesting name. It turns out that it's aimed largely at mothers who spend their lives sacrificing their own needs for everyone else, and how we should be finding what we love and carving out time for that.
For a book that isn't about Benedict Cumberbatch, there's an awful lot about Benedict Cumberbatch due to the author's obsession (her thing that she loves). I've never seen anything with Benedict Cumberbatch in it, only seen his pictures online, so I fit into the large group of people who don't really get the obsession. So all the Benedict Cumberbatch stuff got a bit boring.
As for the message of the book, I fit into the "preaching to the converted" category. I play womens basketball, ride my bike with a group of mums, go to yoga with another group of mums, attend a weekly barre class which I love, take my son to the footy and cheer loudly... so I think I've sorted finding what I love and carving out time for it, and it largely fits into the author's definition of "play" (because adult men "play" but women don't, to our detriment). And I am also well aware that all of this stuff is essential for my mental health. So the message wasn't earth shattering or even vaguely revelatory for me.
It was well written and sometimes entertaining, but mostly a bit meh for me.
2.5 stars rounded up.
For a book that isn't about Benedict Cumberbatch, there's an awful lot about Benedict Cumberbatch due to the author's obsession (her thing that she loves). I've never seen anything with Benedict Cumberbatch in it, only seen his pictures online, so I fit into the large group of people who don't really get the obsession. So all the Benedict Cumberbatch stuff got a bit boring.
As for the message of the book, I fit into the "preaching to the converted" category. I play womens basketball, ride my bike with a group of mums, go to yoga with another group of mums, attend a weekly barre class which I love, take my son to the footy and cheer loudly... so I think I've sorted finding what I love and carving out time for it, and it largely fits into the author's definition of "play" (because adult men "play" but women don't, to our detriment). And I am also well aware that all of this stuff is essential for my mental health. So the message wasn't earth shattering or even vaguely revelatory for me.
It was well written and sometimes entertaining, but mostly a bit meh for me.
2.5 stars rounded up.