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See allOffers an interesting viewpoint from the “other” side of the Introverts v/s Extroverts camp. Cain, herself a true-blue introvert, puts forth a number of arguments on the nature of being introverted and what it entails for us as individuals, parents, collegues, and contributors to the world.
By taking stock of various scientific studies, she also points out why underestimating introverts can be overwhelmingly off the mark. An interesting read with some fresh viewpoints and scientific studies, it offers a breather in a world of loud, aggressive, obnoxious self-help “Be More Extroverted!” sort of books.
This was so horrendously bad that I had forgotten all about having read this book. I guess my brain was trying to subconsciously suppress the memory of it. However, my brain, being the way it is, just as well randomly popped this book up at me on a Monday evening, because that is the sort of thing my brain likes to do.
NOTHING about the book you might initially read, see or hear about would remotely suggest the level of bad-ness this book entails. I read this on a recommendation of a friend's, and since then I have been more than wary with recommendations, especially in instances where they involve vapid prose detailing badly written sex scenes as gimmicks.
As for the ‘historical fiction' angle, forget about it. You'd be better off with ‘Let's Learn Numbers!' or ‘My First Book of Alphabet' to get better enlightenment instead.
Awful book. Narrative all over the place, characters are a haze of blurry, one-dimensional, half-hearted caricatures, who seldom ever feel like real characters. The story is also outrageously lacking in terms of real plot development. I can understand that, especially when it comes to ‘literary fiction'; however, as much as it pains me to say this, I found nothing literary about this book. Horribly over-rated.