I have no idea how I learned about this book, but it's entirely lacking in substance and internal consistency. Hale keeps going on about how important it is to let things hurt and not mask them in platitudes and silver linings, and then she does nothing but write platitudes about silver linings. And her review of the Buddhist temple she visited? Dismissive and glib, and she totally missed the point. If you like Glennon Doyle, you might like this.