Rich Dad, Poor Dad – Book Review

Rich Dad, Poor Dad

Book Review

Rich Dad, Poor DadWhat The Rich Teach Their Kids About Money That The Poor And Middle Class Do Not!

On my latest visit to section 332.024 at the local library I came across Rich Dad, Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki, and since it was labeled as “The #1 New York Times Bestseller” I decided to grab a copy and check it out – no pun intended.

I’m not sure how I feel about this book yet. That’s not true, I know exactly how I feel. Read on.

When I first started reading Rich Dad, Poor Dad, I was a little intrigued by the first few chapters, but as I kept reading I started to feel more and more annoyed by Robert Kiyosaki.  The book has some good points, but at times it also made me feel like I was sitting through a sales pitch. No, I don’t want to buy a time-share Robert.  He actually doesn’t say you should buy time-shares, I just felt like he was constantly trying to sell me something.

But before I tell you why Kiyosaki rubs me the wrong way, let me break down a few things about his book Rich Dad, Poor Dad.

How to Stop Procrastinating

Stop Procrastinating

Stop Procrastinating

On Monday I told you about my little encounter with Vogue magazine and how I needed to flip through 120 pages of ads to get to the first article.  The first article, however, caught my eye and I decided to give it a read.

I’m glad I did.

The article is called “Late or Never?” by Adam Green, a Saturday Night Live writer and Vogue theater critic, who is also a major procrastinator.  Adam starts by saying how he was always late on his writing assignments and this in turn gave him a bad reputation.  I’m paraphrasing because I don’t have the Vogue edition in front of me, but his reputation for being late was so bad that when his former boss left the company, she received a mocked copy of the magazine with the headline “Adam submitted an article on time!” – or something along those lines.

I’m In The Wrong Business!!!

magazines

Vogue, April 2014

Last Saturday I went to get a haircut because I needed to look pretty for a wedding I’m attending.  Kate’s brother, Eugene, is getting married… Congratulations Eugene.  Since my guy doesn’t take appointments and it’s a first come, first serve agreement, I had to wait around a bit for my turn.

I like to call Alfonso my barber, but he doesn’t work in a Barber Shop.  He is the only male in a Hair Salon – does that make him my Stylist?  Anyways, after checking Facebook on my phone without finding anything amusing, I decided to see if the “Barber shop” had any magazines that might keep me busy for a while.  But the magazines that were available were not up my alley.

Since I already know there’s nothing useful in Cosmopolitan and Vanidades (Spanish magazine that is nothing but sex.  90% of the topics are “How to make your man scream your name in bed” or “How to make your man achieve the greatest orgasm he ever had.”  I honestly don’t know how come you don’t need to be 18 to buy this thing.  I digress again.) I decided to pick up Vogue instead.