Sooooooo by the title and the first page of this book I thought it was going to be pretty good, or at least half decent... however.... it SUCKS! I couldn't even get past the 1st chapter.
These types of books are meant to be a combination of inspirational and a documentary of one's complication, leading to the uncomplicated revelation. This novel was extremely technical. I felt as though the author was this neurotic perfectionist who couldn't even authentically be open enough to experience the natural process of "letting go" and being "happy". It was hard to get into this book and cultivate my own "happy feelings" because the author swept me up in her constant need to dissect everything she was think as she was thinking it. As if there is a technical way to becoming "happier". She made "the happiness project" more about statistics, science, self indulgence and over analysis rather than about the simple things being happy truly encompasses. This woman Gretchen Rubin would have been better off purchasing Deepak Chopra's "Happiness" (listening) tapes as she cleaned her closets and sang in the morning.
How can you set out to simplify, all the while making EVERYTHING extremely complicated.
I felt that this woman lives in her head too much to relax and find her center.
Happiness for her was like a college course she was trying to take. I felt like I was reading a bunch of intellectual psycho mumbo jumbo.
Happiness is like love: Very simple. Its everything thing else you allow yourself to believe that matters, that complicates everything.
Do NOT buy this book. Its a waste.
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