
This is the kind of book that you can easily miss and if you do, it really doesn’t matter. But once you’ve come in contact with it, if you get nothing out of it, you’re actually worse off. This book is translated from French, but please don’t hold that against it. This book is dry, but not boring. Philosophical, but not elitist. I give it a gold (but not the shiny gold, the kind of gold that’s been handed down from generation to generation and is all tarnished… like your bubby’s shabbas candle sticks) star.