You’ve spent half your life as the contractor on a house that was never broken.
This isn’t a book about fixing yourself. It’s about the relief of finally stopping.
Robert Monther takes apart the lies you’ve been sold: that you’re broken, that you need a five-year plan, that being good means giving yourself away, that your purpose is a sentence you’re not allowed to appeal. Through Andre Agassi’s hairpiece, Tina Turner’s thirty-six cents, and a garden in the Netherlands that cost less than a used car, he shows what’s left when you finally put the tools down.
Savage, funny, and brutally honest. Not written from the summit. Written from the middle, for anyone who’s done fighting a war they already won.
