Trapped for hours in an airport with nothing to read, my wife was further victimized by this remarkably bad book, one of five books available for sale in Portland International Airport at 2am.

You can turn to any page and find a really hackneyed phrase. Kahil Gibrain's psuedo-religious drivel was at least poetic and brief by comparison. The story is supposed to be the voices of different people, but the Catholic priest, the Lebanese mother, the 65-year old restaurant owner, are all utterly indistinct.

It's a platform for his blah-blah-blah philosophizing about Joy is this, Love is that, do these five things to live well, etc. Maybe there's some good advice in here, but you'd need to be awake to absorb it. Anybody could smoke dope near a tape recorder and write something this deep. Even this review has taken more of your time than this book deserves.