Before reading the orange one, which is the first of the three, I really didn’t think I could ever like it, purely based off the title. I’m also really not a self-help book type of person. I also don’t know necessarily that I got much actual “help” from the book, I also wasn’t really looking for any, I just read it because it was recommended to me from a good friend. My final caveat to the following opinion of that book is that I haven’t read the other two.

All that being said, the subtle art of not giving a fuck introduced me to some ideas, conceptually, about humankind and our nature and the way we behave in our lives that blew my mind and changed the way I thought of the world and the behaviors of people around me. Very keen observations and assertions in there that had never really occurred to me, functionally. Maybe, it came to me at a time when I really needed to hear something from it? Regardless, it does hold a unique place for me in my mind, and affects my ideas about being a human being and I very much value that growth. Can’t necessarily speak to the prose positively or negatively, but I’m thinking generally self-help books aren’t necessarily masterworks of literature.