I didn't like this book as much as the first. Not much was new, and Rubin's failure to account for race, class and gender in her analysis of happiness made for a boring read. I did like some of the suggestions - scheduling fifteen minutes a day to do something unpleasant, for example - but this is definitely more aspirational than informative and she presents herself as utterly clueless about her class privilege. Yawn. Nobody will ever read my Happiness Project, not because I couldn't think of something to say (she said very little in this book that she hadn't said in the first one) but because I'm not a very wealthy former lawyer who knows all the right people and lives in a very nice apartment building.