Someone at work abandoned a copy of this in the kitchen so, with Draper being in the news, I picked it up out of interest. I read the first 50 pages or so on a train the following day and I was amazed at just how bad it was. I'd kind of assumed that Draper had some talent, albeit the kind of talent I really don't approve of, but how wrong I was. A pointless book that simply rehashes advice from other, much better, works by people with some real understanding of human nature. I can't think that this would have been published if the author hadn't been (in)famous for other reasons.