My review of this book is not so much as what it contains, but the circumstances that led me to read it, and therefore what this book meant to me at the time.
I had just passed the psychometrician board exam, yet I felt strangely disappointed in myself. I had graduated at the top of my class and gave myself the heavy burden of topping the board exam. And yet, that morning when I woke up to the results, I was not greeted by the news that everyone expected. And so, in an angry and rash decision, I booked a flight and left for Singapore for a week.
There, in the suburban outskirts of the megacity, my research came up with a small bookshop that contained rare books, literary antiquities, and gems from local authors, so I ventured and walked by myself, alone, lonely, angry, in a foreign country in a foreign city.
And when I got there, I felt like home. This is one of the books I bought, and I went to the nearest coffeeshop and read it. I took the subway back to my airbnb and read it in the train too. And by the time the day ended, I finished it, and suddenly I was no longer angry and the emotions I felt all had names and they became physical and tangible and suddenly I can deal with them.
Worth one read, or ten.