The Precious Present, by Spencer Johnson
This book is pretty lame. Sit on the toilet for fifteen minutes and you’ll finish it. Play with the title for ten seconds and you have the whole book figured out. It has 74 pgs (could have been written in seven?) and is published by Doubleday. I finished it three years ago and remember feeling a beautiful blanket of blah wrap over me. What is it about? The importance of the present moment! There you go. It is like Who moved my Cheese, yet for me nothing like that book at all; that is funny! It is like Hinds Feet on High Places, yet in no way as spiritually uplifting and applicable. I just wanted to say, “duh” at the end of the book. Okay, I have nothing substantial to add, and don’t feel much substance was placed before you in the first place. This book would be great for your distracted friends, who have no time in their lives for anything meaningful, or have everything anyway, or you are just extremely wealthy and don’t mind paying for books that are over-priced.