I picked up Self Help because it was written by Ben Winters and I enjoyed his The Last Policeman trilogy about the end of the world, it was narrated by two star narrators, Will Wheaton and Ron Perlman, it was short (3 hours 46 minutes) and it was included in my Audible membership.
It should have been a perfect listen for this sunny afternoon.
Unfortunately, it didn’t work out that way. I’m setting it aside a third of the way through because the humour doesn’t work for me. I don’t care about the world of Hollywood wannabes that it describes or the wimpy, can’t-get-his-act-together main character.
When the book failed to raise even a smile after the first ninety minutes, I gave up.
I’m filing it in that familiar category:
“It’s nice work if you can get it…but I don’t get it.”
Mike Finn's Fiction 
I’m struck by the proliferation of the self help genre and the paucity of some of the ‘life hacks’, which often seem based on experience formerly shared by grandparents (for those lucky enough to have them) with far less fuss.
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