Much from the first book I read by Brené Brown (I Thought it was Just Me) is repeated here, but it’s “packaged” in more easily accessible chunks. The information is good, but it feels like it glosses the surface in a way that feels a bit too commercialized. (I suspect that’s my take based on this “nice packaging” presentation of ideas.) Caveat: I’ve never been a fan of this sort of book, so I opened the cover as a cynic. But on recommendation, I read two of Brown’s. I got more out of the first–whether that was due to it being the first presentation of it, due to it being more in-depth, or due to it being more novel to me. I appreciate much of what she says, and I certainly benefitted from reading the book. But it just didn’t resonate with me that deeply.
Musings on Films, Books, and Other Media Forms
