I read another of Brene Brown’s books about five years ago and enjoyed it. Maybe I’m at a different stage of life right now, but I found this one pretty painful. There are kernels of truth in there which are interesting, but they’re somewhat drowned out by new age and religious jabber that doesn’t really mean much. And make no mistake, this is a religious book. A typical extract:

“Twinkle lights are the perfect metaphor for joy. Joy is not a constant. It comes to us in moments- often ordinary moments. Sometimes we miss out on the bursts of joy because we’re too busy chasing down extraordinary moments. Other times we’re so afraid of the dark that we won’t let ourselves enjoy the light... I believe a joyful life is made up of joyful moments gracefully strung together by trust, gratitude, inspiration and faith.”

I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do with that.