Oh my goodness, this is an annoying book. Useful for beginning Bujo-ers and for giving the more casual practitioner (me) a ‘levelling up’ moment. But, oh, the self-importance! Half the book is life advice culled from a decade of self-care best sellers and rendering what was already pretty superficial (remember ‘ikigai’? Remember when every millennial discovered Marcus Aurelius?) even shallower. So alternately inspiring (“I must try that”) and the worst kind of humble-bragging faux profundity. Reaches a kind of apotheosis in a pompous anecdote about his struggles to make sweet potato gnocchi for his wife. Great for productivity advice but could have lost a hundred pages or so. Why three stars? Because I can’t give 2.5 and I did genuinely get some value out of this and from the time it made me take to consider my own life-organising practices. But, jeez, he does go on.