The Wisdom of Many Years

If you could fix yourself by reading self-help books, I’d be Ghandi by now. There are nuggets of wisdom in a lot of them, but it’s like, five nuggets spread throughout 200 pages of fluff.

What if, in non-fiction, we just jam-packed all the nuggets in there? Books would take 20 minutes to read, then you could spend time reflecting, rather than grinding through the author’s story about how their pet dog got sick, but then they borrowed ten dollars to rent a lawnmower and mowed all the lawns in the neighborhood so they could afford surgery to save the dog, who then went on to rescue a drowning child who grew up to win big at the craps tables in Monte Carlo and used those winnings to pay the author’s way through college? Or something.

Anyway, I’m experimenting with “minibooks”, short books with just enough content to give you something useful for your time.