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Baffled by the five star reviews. I am actually struggling to find words to convey how long and self indulgent this book is. The basic premise is great. Therapist weaves patient stories with her own for an engaging narrative about humanity. It's crippled by the author's utter lack of insight into her patients, and more so herself. Instead of compelling case histories she drones on and on for chapters about crying on her own therapist's couch, while skipping pathologically briefly over interesting things she seems to have done. It's 411 pages of her getting over being dumped. I'm actually getting irritated just remembering. Please buy The Examined Life by Stephen Grosz instead.
This read like a magazine article in an Oprah Winfrey magazine. The author is arrogant beyond measure and instead of self-revealing, she is incredibly self-indulgent and arrogant. I'm in Television. I went to Stanford. I got into Medical school. I had a test tube baby?! "What an idoit!"
We never hear about her relationship with her own parents, and religious perspective on death, hers or others, any feelings she might have struggled with around a mystery illness, or what happened to the book on Happiness and the retainer.
She charges very wealthy people or ones with good insurance for 50 minutes of her time for years and years. Psychotherapy is not better than drugs if this is the result. She is self-absorbed and pedantic. It was like a bad movie you keep watching thinking "It's GOT to get better!" Nope. I want my money back!!!!
I am halfway through the book and I’m bored. I am a psychotherapist, and I am not impressed with Ms. Gottlieb. I am not impressed with her as a therapist, I am not impressed with her limited heterosexual world All this heterosexual angst is boring. Also, someone reviewed and mentioned that they thought this book was unethical and possibly betraying client confidentiality. John, has many previous therapists because they’re all “idiots “” so all of John’s old therapists get to know who she’s talking about too. It’s time to get over trying to be cutesy and girly and grow up.
I have been raising a grandson who is now seven. For the last four years, he has "loved" using potty language. He is finally growing out of that stage. I don't even know what to do think of someone who writes a somewhat intelligent book and still uses potty language which adults express by saying or writing the "F" word. I don't understand this. Do they think that they are "cool" as in junior high school "cool" by doing this. I'm sure there are lots of authors who have to put the "F" word into every paragraph. I avoid those books. I do not understand the profanity mentality in adults or in anyone. I appreciated some of the insight in how people grapple with changing their behaviors, but could find nothing redeeming from the profanity. I usually don't keep reading a book with those words, but I kept thinking that I might learn something from this book. I don't think I'll finish it to find out. Too much of too much.
I had difficulties from the very start of this book; maybe it was my discomfort with a psychiatrist being so open about her weaknesses and vulnerabilities, her dislike of a patient and also ethically with revealing information about a client even though I understand she had their permission and somehow modified their identity. But then, I should have known better, as she is the same person who said several years ago that she was desperate to get married and have a kid and single women were a lonely bunch. Which is baloney, speaking for myself.
I’ve never written a book review but I felt truly compelled after finding myself baffled with these reviews. Therapy is a wonderful tool for those who need it and I in no way found issues with the actual stories she told of her patients (although, I hope she had permission).
The author’s self-absorbed pity party was the most difficult to read. Especially when she stated her friend’s miscarriages were as difficult as her not finding a sperm donor after a 3-month search and her being dumped by Boyfriend (who's relationship did not last long, relatively speaking) was more difficult than “those who divorce” because you can SEE a divorce coming. What a load of crap.
She continues to narcissistically believe her life is much more difficult than everyone around her and spends the book trying to promote this idea. If someone in her life, say “Allison who married her college sweetheart that can’t give advice to single people”, tries to help she immediately becomes defensive. Borderline Personality Disorder, maybe??
All in all, I most certainly wouldn’t recommend the book and suggest getting another opinion if she is your therapist.