I tend to shy away from anything with a superlative in the title unless it’s some band’s “best of” album. Experience has reinforced this tendency. Unfortunately, I am here to report on another of those experiences. (I hate to give negative reviews, but I also hate to think that someone is going to buy a well-illustrated and authoritative-sounding book that leads them astray.)
I skimmed through he first few chapters and wasn’t impressed (there was a lot of anecdotal and folkloric advice, which I find rather sketchy) but I wasn’t totally turned off. Matt finished the book he was reading and snatched this one out of my stack. The kvetching began.
Matt isn’t as prone to complaint as I am, but he found plenty to complain about as he flipped through this book. “There’s no dead man switch on a chainsaw,” he burst out from the couch while I was supervising the KitchenAid. “And an icy log won’t freaking explode if you put it on the fire – it’ll just make the fire go out.” So on and so forth.
He read a lot more of the book than I found time for, and his verdict was that while Ms. Faires was well-intentioned, she was also greatly misinformed.