Remember those t-shirts with "My ... went to ... and all I got was this lousy t-shirt"? After this morning's WhatsApp call I can fill in the ... with "My wife went to Indonesia and all I got was the book 'The Monk who sold his Ferrari'".
Perhaps it was unwise to tell her that I had seen a copy of it in Vinnies and passed it up, partly because it looked pretty battered and was full of dog-eared pages and notations pencilled in the margins and passages highlighted in yellow, orange, and green, and partly because I am no longer interested in self-enlightenment. Perhaps I should've been interested in it fifty years ago but then I didn't have a Ferrari to sell.
Judging by the author's presence on the internet - click here - and all the books he's sold since, he's probably more like that Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh - remember him? - who owned ninety-three Rolls-Royces.
To make up for the omission and to keep peace in the house, I rifled through its pages on archive.org and listened to it on YouTube, and, yes, I may read it in between the pile of other books I still want to read.
