Bests & Worsts Reviews from Amazon

Life can actually be this beautiful thing. You can plant flowers in a pot, eat some perfectly cooked vegetables on a beautiful piece of pottery, live in a neighborhood with trees and a little creek if you want, and raise kids that will actually love you back. Hey, traipse through an obscure Mayan ruin in Guatemala, or listen to Vivaldi on your headphones instead of watching TV. Eat a tablespoon of real honey. Buy a Turkish bath towel. Order figs from Turkey. Beauty—making life special—cultivating grace and appreciation for little things... well, that’s all a choice. Which is why I only read half of this book. If I want to be a voyeur to the lives of people who are made soulless by cultural decay, I’ll just go to Walmart. Or a Hollywood movie. Or hang out at a pharmacy and watch the throngs of people in line for their lobotomy. The worse the world gets, the harder I try to live in some sort of state of grace. I take walks where it’s green. I seek out good people, good books, good food. You get one frigging life. It’s up to you what you fill it with. So frigging fill it with beautiful things. And a book by a guy named Delicious Taco that wants to show you a slice of life lived by the desperate, soulless bots in our society doesn’t cut it for me. Taco isn’t making the world a better place. He’s just showing us how awful it is. Reading his book is like taking a walk in a cheap furniture store, standing in line at a crappy neighborhood carnival, or looking at TV dinners in the freezer section. You don’t have to do any of it if you don’t want to, if it doesn’t enhance your life somehow. Half way through, I’m like... I don’t care what this jerk of a character wants to do, who he wants to screw. I don’t have to read about his emptiness, his vacant life. . I’m going to go study Spanish instead, or go to the freaking art museum. Or weave a frigging basket. Or watch the clouds in the sky. Or go buy some flowers. Thanks, Taco, but no thanks. Go read some Pat Conroy or something. Or some poetry.