Everything Is F*cked: A Book About Hope by Mark Manson
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
Note: A sequel to A Subtle Art of Not Giving A F*ck. So read that one first before you jump into this one, although they are both subjectively different. But to understand the writing, perhaps it would be wise to try the first one out.
Sigh, where do I begin?
I had high expectations for this novel considering the fact that I had highly enjoyed the previous novel therefore I was sure that this would be just as equally informative but with some witty dialogue interwoven.
But boy was I wrong.
The cover is not much to look at, but the title almost screams that there is something interesting to gain from reading this novel.
Perhaps information, perhaps understanding ourselves more, giving more hope? All of these lessons were to be expected acknowledging the title itself. So I was definitely intrigued and curious to know what hid this time in this author's novel.
The summary itself. The summary is interesting and quite straightforward in itself overall. It simply talks about where we have faults in terms of keeping hope in a certain situation and how we can fix it to gain hope back in our lives. So pretty straight there with the reader, nothing more to the summary. But still good enough to get a rating.
But then, there's such a thing as fate and how it screws up everything just when you're having fun or enjoying it.
That's exactly what happened when I had crossed the threshold to almost 100 pages being left.
To point out exactly what happened, here are some answers below.
Numero uno 1. The whole time there are only bits and pieces of his own advice and his own experience about losing hope and gaining back hope. But the rest of the time it's even worse than a college student's plagiarised paper, with so much information churned out in the form of internet facts thrown left and right. Nothing personal, only mere factual information.
Numero dos 2. Two many historical facts piled in, that was one fact I kinda dislike about the first book too, but it's been some time, so.. Almost felt like I was reading a history book for my high school class.
And I really didn't enjoy those, to be honest. Thank god, I'm out of that hellhole.
Moving on..
Final point, numero tres 3. He's mostly pointing out the faults of everyone who ever lost hope, criticising them, making fun of them in a way. And he's dragging the religion point a bit too far.
Two things: You're supposed to in a way suggest what could be done to better oneself, give hope back rather than mock someone for a poor choice made at one point. And another thing is that everyone has a different reason to believe in their religion, to have that faith in something.
Because as Mr Manson said, you have to give a fuck or have faith in something.
So contradicting yourself in that one or two pages is really not such a grand idea.
Overall, a shambles. Never would I have thought this novel would want me to throw it to the floor, stomp on it a few times and then hurl it out like goddamn Tarzan and yell...
But miracles do happen.
Until the next read,
-J.B
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