With every chapter the light of a star was dying, and by the end of the book I was left with only two stars to award. As much as I am interested in the subject, as much as I was craving for something deeper, sadly, my ship eventually found itself stuck in shallows. So, if some airy, easy-going, coffee-loving, feet-on-cushion, Venus-type-of-a-person disagrees and argues that the strength of this book lies in its beauty … well, no, most of its art is rather kitschy!