No one can say I didn't give the Richest Man in babylon a chance. I swear I really did. But my god it was the most basic, boring, and repetitive books I've ever read. The pseudo-ancient Babaloyan setting did provide some intrigue (when Clason wasn't being racist) and the advice while extremely basic wasn't the worst thing I've ever heard this wasn't a complete waste of time. 

I only read this because my psychiatrist recommended it and honestly I'm still trying to parse how this was supposed to help my major depressive disorder.