From how to spot a liar to how to buy the right door—WTF?
Self-help books really aren’t my thang, but my best friend gave me this book so I wanted to read it right away. It was a mixed bag. Happy some, whining more.
The writer is a badass woman. She used to be a Secret Service agent who protected both Bush presidents, and Clinton and Obama. Right there, I’m hooked. The book is about how to deal with fear, how to read people, how to recognize liars, how to be a liar, how to influence people. The story is peppered with too-brief stories about the author’s life—give me a heavier dose of these, pretty please.
Joy Jar
-Absolutely loved when the author recounted her days as a Secret Service agent, as well as when she told other anecdotes about her life. I gobbled them up. She had something (good) to say about the presidents and First Ladies, and I was all ears when she gave us peeks into their personalities.
-The author is a good writer, so her personal stories are vivid and powerful.
-Who doesn’t want to learn how to lie? I can’t keep a damn poker face no matter how hard I try, so those pages sure drew me right in. (I’m sure they won’t change my M.O., but it was still fun to read about how to lie.)
-And who doesn’t want to learn how to tell if someone is lying? Oh, I loved getting this secret info! I do think I can apply some of what I learned here.
-I love to read any book that deals with psychology. The Psych minor in me sits alert, waiting for insights. And the author is definitely insightful when it comes to understanding what’s in people’s heads.
-The writer is incredibly detailed. She covers every aspect of every topic she addresses. I liked how thorough she is (some of the time, that is).
-The book opens with the author standing, shocked, right at the World Trade Towers, as they crumbled on 9/11. Very powerful intro.
-Loved the frequent “Research shows…” The author came up with many cool tidbits. For example, if a prospective boss asks you to hold their cup of coffee, he or she is priming you to have a good interview. The warmth of the coffee warms you up and the scene itself, all cozy-like (iced tea would have the opposite effect). Totally weird and wonderful morsel of info.
-In the 70s, someone told me never to trust anyone if you could see white surrounding their eyeballs. They showed me a picture that got imprinted in my brain, and it creeped me out. This weird eyeball thing is called san pa ku, and the sound of the term combined with its creepy look made me think of voodoo. For decades, I’ve been secretly looking for this odd eyeball deal in people, and whenever I find it—the iris floating like that, white both on top and bottom—I worry that the person is, well, bad. I only saw it a few times, and you can bet your bottom buttons that I ran the other way. Could I trust them, lol? Well, lo and behold, the author talked about this! Turns out that san pa ku is a Japanese term. God how I love the sound of it! The author didn’t say not to trust anyone with san pa ku, phew, so I can stop with that—sounds like I had been told some voodoo superstition?! But according to the author, this eye funny can be a good indicator that a person is under stress. Ha, I had thought it was a permanent condition, something you were born with; nice to learn it’s temporary. I’m just glad that when I’m stressed (which happens to be a lot of the time), my eyeballs don’t go all san pa ku. Eek, at least I don’t think they do! This is a very long way of saying the author gets beaucoup points for including san pa ku. I never thought I’d hear about it; it was just some dreamy memory that I mentioned to no one. I loved being able to recall it and finally learn the truth about it.
Complaint Board
-I know I’ve mentioned it a zillion times already, but I just can’t shut up about it: I wanted more more more of her personal stories. They were a tease.
-I OD’d on all the how-to’s and all their excruciating details. Seems that everywhere I turned, the author was stoically bossing me around. Maybe I was just having an authority reaction, lol, but never mind my psychology. I needed one of my own how-to’s: how to get through a book that’s annoying the hell out of me.
-The opener about 9/11 was powerful, but it was a bait and switch. I thought I’d get more stories of harrowing experiences she endured as a Secret Service agent, but instead it turned into self-help blah blah blah almost right away.
-I hated the self-helpy voice. Self-help books sort of talk in monotone, all flat and robotic, and this one is no exception. Give me some up and down voice, goddamn it!
-The author tells you how to influence people. You have to be aware of everything about yourself—like clothes, voice, body position. She even discusses every single feature on your face, with a heading. I mean, she has sections called “The Mouth,” “Smile,” “Laughter” and I’m not kidding. (I told you she was thorough!) Although this info was interesting, it also seemed unrealistic in parts. I mean, seriously, are you really going to be able to slow down your speech, change you tone, etc.? Looks good on paper, but can people really change such basic things about themselves? And even just reading about how to present myself made me very self-conscious. I can’t imagine trying to do it for real. It made me long for good old spontaneity.
-I really really didn’t need to see a picture of a DOOR and learn about its construction and technical parts!! On and on the author went, about hinges and other things my mind refused to remember. There were even illustrations! Seriously, that was in the first section, where she talks about making your environment safe. It suddenly (and only for a very brief time, thank god) turned into a technical instruction manual. And am I ever going to go out and buy new doors? No. Did I need an illustrated section devoted to doors? No.
-Speaking of doors, the whole first section is about fear and self-protection. I dare you not to feel paranoid after reading about that! I will now be checking out entrances and egresses whenever I see a building, but I don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.
-Cliched and redundant in parts. A lot of obvious tips. Sorry. I know that’s harsh, but I cannot lie.
-It felt like I was reading this book forever. In real life it wasn’t that long, but tell that to my head.
-It felt like a chore to read. Wait, wait, wait—it definitely had a lot of cool parts to it, so I feel guilty calling it a chore. But that was how I felt whenever I was about to pick the book up. Sigh, “This again. Please hurry up and be done so I can run over to fiction-land, where I am so comfy and fascinated!” I probably should stick to my own favorite genres, gift or no gift.
My friend gave this book 5 stars; she loved every second of it. But I’m a fiction junkie, and I’m a tough customer when it comes to nonfiction. If you feed me personal stories, I’m jazzed, but keep shouting a zillion tips into my ears and I want to run. It’s a good book, though. If you like this genre, I’m betting you’ll love this book.