Self Help Books Suck

The words 'self improvement' are gag-inducing. They instantly conjure up images of one-size-fits-all self-help books penned by the type of people who hold conversations with their garden plants and claim to communicate with your aura.

My theory on this paperback 'happy-trail' boom is that if you can't define happiness in one sentence, then whatever turd you're smearing across each page doesn't add up to squat.