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I feel like I got tricked into reading a self-help book. Initially, I was loving the “if you don't feel well, don't smile” ideologies of Burroughs but after chapters like “How to be Thin” and advice on how to cope with a loved one's terminal illness, I was kind of over it. Does this make me a bad person? Maybe. I'm ready to get back to reading some literature.