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I saw this at the airport in St. Louis and liked its affirmation that I was, indeed, a badass, so I decided to check it out from the library when I got back home. Honestly, who buys books at airports anymore? So expensive.

Now, this book would have me believe that it doesn't matter that this book is expensive, because if I truly feel that money will manifest itself in my future, then so it shall be. While I like the unbridled optimism that Sincero brings to this kinda half-baked self-help book, I've never been able to get behind advice of that nature. It's much too easy for the advice-giver to say, "Well, you're just not doing it right" when my excessive faith-having turns me into a social exile. I'm down with taking a positive spin on life, believing that I deserve happiness, and all that crap--it's gotten me pretty far, actually--so good job, book.

Despite its inherent gooshyness, You Are A Badass did reinforce some ideas that I already had about my role in my own happiness, and it did give me a few new epiphanies to chew on, which made it a successful self-help book.

I just wanted to punch it in the face sometimes.