Um. I am glad I read it but I did not enjoy reading it. Terribly written and way too long, this book was written by an eccentric organizer whose client base seems to be 22-year-old women who live with their parents and need to stop obsessing over the pressure to stuff their purses with tissue while not in use. This book has inspired me to throw everything I own away. But I WILL NOT talk to my shoes and thank them for carrying me through my day. I WILL NOT pet my shirts as I fold them. I WILL watch TV while I clean. Toward the end this lady is talking about how she was brought to tears in her shower because there was "shampoo slime" on the tub and advising us to dry out our dishes "on the veranda." And at that point the book was basically over and it was too late to not finish it. You could read the first third and pretty much get what this book is about: think about what you have and why you have it. You should probably get rid of it.