Trading stocks and shares out of his beautiful LA homes, Richard Novak (Yeah, the third protagonist named Richard of books I read this year), divorced, sees no one except his trainer, housekeeper and nutritionist, who delivers regular supplier of macrobiotic, low carb food. He is so out of touch with his feelings that his life has slowed almost to a standstill. Following an attack of inexplicable and excruciating pain that lands him in the emergency room, Richard befriends Anhil, a doughnut shop owner, who offers him free doughnut if he could borrow Richard’s Mercedes for a test drive.
He called his brother, and spoke to his son and his indifferent ex-wife. His housekeeper is going for a hip replacement. He paid for a free spa and yogic retreat to a crying woman he met at the grocery store, Cynthia, who is tired of waiting hand and feet to her needy family members. He and his movie star neighbour helped rescued a horse from a sinking hole. He had to move out from his house as the sinking hole is threatening to make his home uninhabitable. Discovered his insurance wouldn’t cover his home. He visited his brother and discovers how much he had missed the growing up years of his son, Ben.
His solitary routine broken, and his diet sabotaged by sugary baked goods, Richard’s dramatic emotional thaw begins ….…
The book flap says: A sharp and wildly about new beginning, transformation and the weirdness of LA, reveals what can happen if you are willing to open to the world around you.
Half way through the book, I didn’t care what Richard did anymore. The book read like a bad joke. You sort of trudge along with Richard’s mundane and pathetic existence. I don’t really care if he ended up being his old self, have a good time with his son or became a lover of doughnuts and sabotages his diet. By then I have trashed the book.
I’m giving it a 2. A waste of paper. This book will not save your life.