(Reviewed by Christopher J. Lynch)
If you were to say that I was a huge consumer of female self-help books – or any self-help books for that matter, you would fail your polygraph test miserably. So when I picked up Stephanie Mills’ book, quaintly titled, I Don’t Share Cheesecake I was definitely charting new territory.
The title itself intrigued me and I soon found, that, like a good cake, this book wasn’t all frosting and sprinkles. It was mostly cake – and with a lot of layers.
Ms. Mills’ book, which is a cross between a memoir and self-help is a must-read for everyone – and I mean everyone. As a happily married, baby boomer male, (not exactly her target market), I never-the-less found it to be engaging, brutally honest, and enlightening.
Ms. Mills neither pulls punches nor fills the pages with a blame game/pity party. The journey you follow her on goes through the highs and lows with incredible honesty, self-examination, and candor. It is a truthfulness born out of the human failings we all have and have experienced at one time or another in our lives.
Ms. Mills explains in detail how she confronts her demons and faces them head-on, slaying the emotional dragons where they lay, but saving the sword for herself when appropriate.
The style is crisp, the pacing is excellent and it kept me hooked from the first page to the last. You will learn something about yourself in this book. I guarantee it.
