Honestly, I felt cranky about this book before I started it. I had just finished reading an Amazon review that's largely about how rich Gretchen Rubin is (husband is a partner is a hedge fund, they own a big apartment in upper Manhattan, etc. etc.). The reviewer was annoyed by this, and, weirdly and surprisingly, I was too. Why? She has just as much of a right to write a book about happiness as anyone else does, I know. I think it's because Rubin never, ever acknowledges how more-than-comfortably-off she and her family are. She does write about money (and lots of what she writes seems very astute), but she doesn't ever admit to not having the problem with money that most of the world's population does have, i.e. not having enough of it. She writes about having quit her law job in order to write full-time--and it's not that I don't applaud this, but she never says anything about how much easier this sort of move is when you have a husband with a lucrative job, a husband who can support you and your two children while you make a major career change. And this secretiveness about her family's socio-economic status feels disingenuous to me. Of course it's possible that her editor told her not to include any information about her family's income... but it made me annoyed with Rubin, and made me look back on The Happiness Project, which I loved, in a less trusting, less favorable light.
But then I started to read, and I forgave Gretchen Rubin almost immediately. She really has that sort of voice--she writes like someone I'd love to have coffee with. She's self-deprecating, funny, well-read, and thoughtful. She's quite honest about other not especially attractive aspects of her life/personality; she writes about how often she snaps at her kids and makes "mean faces," how often she criticizes (if only internally) and nags her husband. Her prose is so easy to read, and at the same time it's laced with fascinating ideas culled from science, philosophy, and literature.
This book is a bit repetitive, and feels a bit thin compared to The Happiness Project--hence the four stars. But, to be fair, lots of the info that gets repeated is helpful and important and deserving of repetition. "Be Gretchen," for example, which Rubin repeats over and over, is really the cornerstone of this book: the idea that so much happiness lies in truly being ourselves... and how surprisingly difficult it is to do that. In terms of practical advice, I loved the sections about reading the manual, creating shrines, paying attention to what you love. Rubin's example of the latter is art... she writes about how she always felt she SHOULD love art more, and then finally figured out there is a genre of art she loves naturally, without trying--miniatures. Once she focuses on what she genuinely enjoys, projects and good energy follow with ease. This is great advice. As are her discussions about being a tourist in your own town, enjoying good smells... I could go on and on. I'm happy to be able to write such a happy review of this book, instead of the cranky one I was planning on.