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PLEASE. I implore you. Don't read this book.

Or if you do, then don't take it too seriously.

Sincero is a privileged white woman whose entitlement knows no bounds. She is a proponent of the concept of "manifesting," where if you wish hard enough, whatever you desire magically comes your way. Hopefully you don't need me to tell you that's bullshit. She also advocates for creating a vision board, which she describes as "a craft day with God that totally works, freaky-deaky."

Not only are some of Sincero's concepts idiotic, but her prose is childish at best. I've never read a work of nonfiction that uses the word "doo-doo" so many times. You can almost hear her murmuring "teehee" as she types the word "badass" into her manuscript.

Furthermore, Sincero's views are dangerous. She is fat-shaming, doesn't believe depression is real, and sees no difference in the opportunities available to those born wealthy and those born into poverty. Sincero also loves money for money's sake and shames those that are happy with what they have.

I'm glad she's found a little system that works for her and that she can enjoy gallivanting through India, Bali, Spain, and Tokyo. But please, don't take her ideas too seriously. Think for yourself. Work hard. Be nice. Don't bother with this book.