I put this down about 40 pages in.

I just couldn't keep going.

I'm already really picky about what self-help books I read (I prefer things for in the realm of Brene Brown, for reference). I couldn't get past a celebrity telling me how I can fix my life. It's also probably the same reason I've only read one other book by a celebrity, it's just not for me.

I felt like she was trying to connect with me, but her "silly" stories and anecdotes weren't cutting it. I don't feel on the same level as her at all. And the fact that each chapter ended with "things that helped ME" instead of phrasing it as "things that could help you" (or some iteration of that) bothered me too.

We get it. You love your blog and love your life. That's great.