Thanks for another self-help book, Mom--I love these things. This is the first of the most recent trilogy bestowed upon me. Why did I read this? The book successfully provoked its intended change in me by making me feel so worthless I had to do something.
The reader is assumed to be a woman. I thought for a while that Felton's use of "she" and "her" when referring to the prototypical "messie" person was perhaps a feminist thing, that perhaps this is what it is like to be female and always reading "he" and "his". But no, there are plenty of points that make it obvious Felton's intended reader is a woman. Appendix B about messiness and makeup removed all doubt from my mind.
The reader is also assumed to be religious. I felt this was the case for purposes of increased sales.
The first part of any self-help book is the author convincing the reader of his/her authority on the subject. Some people have degrees or have done extensive research. Others have pulled themselves up by their bootstraps or have talked to a million people with whatever condition. Felton is the latter. She self-describes as "The Organizer Lady" and has written no fewer than 10 volumes on the subject! She continually advertises those volumes you are not currently reading throughout the book, including a complete listing before the last two chapters.
She knows the problem of messiness and lack of organization well enough, but there is something annoying about the sort of person she has in mind for me to become. She is correct that most of my chronic disorganization is self-imposed by my own mindset. An exploration of the various mindsets that lead to disorganization is the subject of Part I. None of it was really enlightening; I never thought, oh, I didn't realize I was thinking that way and it was manifesting as this or that. It was just extraordinarily soul-crushing to read page after page of anecdotes about dysfunctional people realizing all the while that she is just talking about me in a veiled manner and all the while reading about change rather than being change/doing something. Felton was successful in embarrassing me in front of myself and provoking me to some action.
Part II is her tips on how to change. She seems not satisfied in changing enough to cure dysfunctionality. I get the idea that I should not stop changing until I achieve some level of normalcy, and with that I disagree. Thus, the second half of the book was rather unbearable, especially considering that it is all rather obvious conclusions following from Part I, plus the female audience, religion, and advertising angles all get worse.
The worst part about it is that the book itself is an overflowing disorganization of material that could be boiled down to the length of a long magazine article. Has the author truly conquered her messiness to the point of authority?