I couldn't make it to the end. The subject matter is just too stupid to be this contemplated. Filling your life with so many rules is tantamount to being overworked to death in a cult so you can't have time or energy to think. The author bends over backward to avoid saying this all incredibly pointless but I can't go with him to try and find meaning. Not to mention that explicit or implicit misogyny in many of the rules. I think the insanity of the rules is best summed up in the scene with the man who has made a career out of investigating articles of clothing to see if there is both wool and linen in them, which is against the rules. The author asks him flat-out, "What is the point of the rule?" and the guy who does only this as his profession for years says he has no idea-not even a guess. I wanted something light but to go on would require completely detaching my brain.