Florence Littauer

I read this book years ago and vaguely remember crying through much of it: I didn't know how to wrap my head around living a dream. Thinking that timing may change my perspective, I tried it again.

Re-reading it now I find the text dated and a bit over the top with example stories from people the writer knows personally or has researched. While lacking specifics on the "how" of daring, the writer shares much rehashed material from her work with personality profiles. This aspect of the book didn't help me much and neither did the thread of hero-worship for her younger brother and his success as a radio personality/deejay. I did not cry.… (altro)