Rating: 3 out of 5

I want to give this 2.5 stars really. It gains merit for making me engage with it. I got cross quite often. But that’s an emotional reaction, so that’s good. Kind of.

This was an accidental gift. I’d asked for a different book for Christmas, but this turned up. So I took it as a sign that I should read it.

While reading this I did have a good sort out of several shelves and drawers. But I didn’t thank every item that I got rid of for it’s faithful service. Nor did I ask myself if the items sparked joy. Not every thing I own brings joy. Some things bring comfort. And for me that’s ok. Things that bring comfort are great things to have around and in my life. But I have less of them in my life now, and that’s probably a good thing. For me and for my local charity shop.

I think what Marie Kondo really needs is to take a Self-Compassion course. She seems like she doesn’t have much self-acceptance. Instead she wrote this book, and dedicated her life to tidying. The book doesn’t bring me joy or comfort. So it will soon be leaving my house and heading off on it’s journey to find a forever home. Good luck book and thank you for visiting me!

Originally posted to my Goodreads account