I wouldn't recognize an Ashtanga yoga pose from any other yoga pose; the only reason I read this book is that James Altucher recommended it. And even that was a risky proposition: (a) Mr Altucher is the author's spouse, and (b) as best I can tell from reading his blog, Mr Altucher is a depressive, perhaps psychotic, in any case quite disturbed person. But hey, 99 cents is clearly the Kindle cut off point for risking a bad read.
So now that I've read Ms Altucher's book I still wouldn't know an Ashtanga pose from any random runner's stretch. But it was a fun read! Kind of hard to describe though: something like a self-help -lite mixed with where to eat if you find yourself in Mysore India. (Note: if the occasional typo or grammatical error makes you crazy then avoid this book.)
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