I'm about 20 pages in and can't get past the feeling that this book will be filled with naive optimism and woo-woo nonsense that is already making me despise it. I feel like I could be too harsh and maybe the rest of the novella is worth pursuing, but my god some of the quotes are incredibly pretentious. I can't help but feel like the author believes that he is writing something that is masquerading as being incredibly profound but is really just a paraphrasing of much Buddhist philosophy.
Is this too harsh? Should I keep going?
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