This is a book crying out for a decent editor. (Or should I say "director"?)
Two chapters in, I'm still wading through a description of people the author talked to and books he read before embarking on some vaguely specified project that, I'm guessing, eventually led to the publication of the book. It feels at this point as though I have come in half-way through a conversation which has just embarked on a long explanation, the purpose and meaning of which are only accessible to those who have been there all along.
Chapter Three appears to be a soliloquy which spins off on a tangent about places at the center of historical movements. At this point I turn to the contents page to find that the chapter titles are unhelpful. Should I skip forward, for example, to Chapter Four, "Leaving the Comfort Zone"? No, it appears that is merely a continuation of the explanation of what the author did before embarking on the project which preceded the book.
Given the previous positive reviews of this book, I am guessing that it does eventually get down to some meat, and that the meat is tasty and wholesome. But I find myself reaching for the next book on the never-ending pile of unread books, and putting this one to the bottom.
The great downfall of this book, I think, having not completed reading it, is its chatty style. Once again, it needs an editor to say "get to the point", "this is unclear", "give the reader clues as to where you're going", etc. I look forward to a 2nd edition crossing my desk one day.