As the sole, long-suffering OCD organiser in the family, it is easy to understand why this book appealed to me. Not so easy to understand is how it will gain sympathy for our plight.
I tried to let this book spark joy for me, but maybe something was lost in translation and I almost tossed the book away along with the author’s advice from the get-go.
I suspect you would enjoy reading this if you happen to be a self-congratulating OCD’er. No, folding undies “to look like spring rolls” with only the front of the waistband showing did not bring any joy or sense of achievement to me.
