Give her a break
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Just to balance the previous reader. I read Eat Pray Love and then Candace's book. Two self indulgent litanies. I never expected a self help book from Candace. Candace at least is trying to get a cheap affordable Aids preventative medicine out here to Africa that if it works will save thousands of lives. If you have ever been with Aids orphans and experienced what they face, (Gave my then six year old son nightmares and it is beyond most Western minds to comprehend) you will understand how much that can mean. In her own funky troubled flamboyant way, she has done a huge amount to get the connections of mind/emotional field/neuropepetides/liquid and the matrix out into more general consciousness. I thank her for that and for building the connections through the book and making pointers to further reading. Hey, so she is brilliantly bright, got it out of her system, had lots of fun doing it and joining the dots for herself. Give her some latitude. There is some good stuff in the book if you let all of that side of it go and be happy for her and pray Peptide T works, gets past it final clinical trials and out here. May she succeed and be whole.
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Self-indulgent tripe with just a hint of useful knowledge... somewhere underneath the me. me, me!
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I too (like the first reviewer of this book) was looking forward to reading this book, having seen Candace Pert in the Movie "What the Bleep!"
The book was recommended on the Hay House website and its title sounded alluring, promising all good stuff to make one feel good...or so I thought!
I found the style grating, nerve jangling, hurried, unfinished and self-indulgent, truly unbearable. I kept reading the book right to the end just to see, if there was a turnaround in the story, some evidence of this promise of 'Everything You Need to Know to Feel Good'. The book did not deliver its promise.
Candace seems to revel in the me, me, me-ness of how wonderful she is, how she just has to get her life sorted so she can finish this book, how she's being pushed by her friend and co-author Nancy Marriott to edit a chapter, finsish a chapter, have a hurried meeting here and there, jump on a plane, attend a conference, get on another plane, spill milkshake over some papers she's supposed to be editing for the book whilst she's on that plane going to another conference where she'll be surrounded by adoring fans who'll have to be kept at bay from her restaurant table whilst she edits another page or two or three of her wonderful book, while she's having a reunion meal with her daughter..., who's rushed over to see her...you get the picture?!*
I've read many self-help books and most of them - from Louise Hay to Esther Hicks and the wonderful Abraham - are motivated towards the reader and are compassionate and giving in their advice. But this book was about the author not the readers. It followed Candace as she gave papers, did book signings, met friends for coffee and flew on maany, many planes, talked incessantly about funding for her work which she got, them didn't get, then got becuase she knew someone who knew someone, but the research still didn't seem to be going the way she's planned and so she moves back to the book and then... all the time reminding us what great work she had done and how her audience simply love and adore her. Perhaps this is true - but this was not how the book advertised itself.
I was hoping for insight and sound advice - what I got was a self-absorbed and meandering disappointment.
I've written quite a few reviews on amazon and other sites - and again I was motivated to write this one to save other people from wasting money when there are so many gazillions of other books that offer so much more. Please, seriously don't waste your money on this book.
If you want to read about rushing all over the World, airplanes, fame and such, buy a fiction book which will be better value, more entetaining and you can share it with a friend after you have read it.
With Candace's book, I have to admit for the first time in my life I ripped the book up and put it in the recycle bin with the other scrap paper and carboard boxes...and you know what...
THAT made me feeeeeeeeeeeeel GOOD!
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