Since reading Mr. Jung's book about personality types, I have often wondered what use or point these types of classifications can really have. Mr. Jung, himself, cautions that though thinking about personality types can be enlightening, we should never make the mistake of thinking that we are talking about something real. It is the dichotomy present in stereotypes in general: they can sometimes be helpful, but they can also lead to dreadful errors in judgement about particular individuals.
Ms. Laney's book is a perfect example of this dichotomy in action. Before I continue, I should mention that in every personality test I have taken, I have come up a strong introvert. Anyway, in Ms. Laney's book I read many things about myself that were eerily accurate, and that I didn't know were even connected to my personality type. For example, I really dislike being interrupted when I'm thinking about something. I had no idea that this was connected to introversion at all, I just thought it was a quirk of my personality. Yet, Ms. Laney points out that a lot of introverts feel this way. Other reviewers have mentioned the wealth of "a-ha" moments like this present in the book.
Having said that, there are several other facets of Ms. Laney's descriptions of introverts that I was the exact opposite of. Some of them are very slight, but others are more important. For example, Ms. Laney bases her whole explanation of introverts around the idea that introverts draw energy from within, and that external stimulation, whether it be conversation with friends or the infamous "smoky Las Vegas casino," drains this energy and causes introverts to, eventually, reach a kind of crisis point where they have to recharge immediately.
In my own experience, this is fundamentally untrue. I love smoky Las Vegas casinos, with all their noise and action, and as long as I like the people I'm talking to, I would prefer to stay up and talk to them all night. And when I have stayed up and talked to people all night, I do not find myself drained the next day, but rather refreshed (albeit very hungover). Even the idea that I draw energy from within is fundamentally incorrect. Long before I read this book, I spent a considerable amount of time thinking about what inspires and recharges me. My realization about this was that I am inspired by conversation with people I like, and by good art, whether it be books or movies or music or paintings or whatever. All of these things, you will notice, are external to me, not internal. Furthermore, the more extreme the impression the external thing makes upon me, the more the art or the conversation intrudes into my internal world, the more I like it.
So, in reading this book, I was constantly confused by what advice or understanding I could take from it. Everything in it was true, except the things that were false. And some of the false things were fundamental to the entire theory being argued. Because of this, it was impossible to believe the argument of the book as a whole, or to take seriously most of the advice given in it.
Speaking of advice, I want to give some to anyone who is considering following the advice Ms. Laney gives regarding human interaction: don't follow it. Or at least, consider it carefully before you put it into action. I don't know what it is about therapists, but in every book I've read they appear to be hopelessly naive about human interactions. Asking other people to make allowances for you doesn't actually help you all get along better, it just annoys the hell out of the other people. I also don't think that, in general, Mickey Mouse watches or pencils with silly erasers are good conversation starters; to me they just come off as kind of dorky pleas for attention. And by all means don't tell your introvert children to do the things she advises unless you actually want them to be social pariahs.
If you can't already tell, I thought the advice given by Ms. Laney was extremely annoying. So much so, in fact, that I was forced to throw the book across the room several times while reading. I don't know if it's our culture or what, but everyone seems to want to encourage everyone else to be so, well, weak.
Yes, it's true that introverts are sometimes uncomfortable in situations that are pleasant for other people. But despite Ms. Laney's claim that introverts are just as good as everyone else, the impression one gets from her description is that introverts are these lily-livered people who skulk around in fear all the time, having to make allowances for even the simplest human interactions, unable to drive to the grocery store without a purse full of earmuffs, nuts, and tissues soaked in soothing aromatherapy oils. I don't think this is true, nor do I think it's very flattering. Other people have mentioned giving this book to their extrovert friends so that they can understand them better. I would be horrified if anyone I knew thought of me this way.
So, to sum up, if you think you're an introvert, you might want to read this book for the a-ha moments, of which there are many. Don't, however, expect it to be a life-changing explanation of who you are or how you should act.