This book got off to a bad start with me straight away. Buster's example of how "stories have the power to destroy" ended up being about a child sex abuser who quite rightly went to prison. Justice for sex abuse victims is not destruction. Then she was very judgemental and snobby about someone thinking John Lennon was in Wings, not Paul McCartney. Similar anecdotes followed. I think we all have our blind spots and if someone took mine and used it in a book as a reflection of my whole intellect, and to prove that young people these days are morons, I would be so upset. Didn't continue, I was so disheartened by those sections and didn't particularly want to learn from such a person.