Like the other tiny books in this series, this one is full of aphorisms, anecdotes, and repetitious meanderings. And apparently lies, like: "A child is a bell of mindfulness" - really? It could easily have been summarized by a single paragraph of intentional thought.

I like Thich Nhat Hanh, but this series is irksome. It's an expensive, well-packaged notebook of everything that passed through his mind, at any given point, in no order, and with a lot of assumptive pseudoscience thrown in for good measure. Rather than being helpful or mindful (or, you could argue, being a practice in prolonged mindfulness in itself), the book seems like a monologue of things Which Nhat Hanh thinks about while he should be walking in mindfulness.