June 06, 2005

Well, I'm keeping my Ferrari

Never judge a book by its cover, they say, but how about giving it the boot after the first 30 pages? Robin Sharma's The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari can be best described as Walmart spirituality for those deprived souls who battle constantly with shopping fatigue as if it were a life-threatening disease. For the others, there are always the more conventional means of getting to be at peace with one's self, you know the sorts that does not involve climbing Himalayan valleys and living in cottages made of roses. What in good lord's name was the man thinking when he wrote that?