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Finnegan's Way


So I picked up a copy of Charles Kelly's book Finnegan's Way: The Secret Power of Doing Things Badly. People over 50 might think I stopped by a bookstore and actually picked up a physical copy. Hardly. I used my sources to find a free ebook version of this book being offered over at Amazon.

To them I say thank you. To Charles Kelly, I say well done. This book read quickly and in the style of the many smaller philosophy books I read through college. Perhaps you know the kind. A guy down on his luck meets a suave know-it-all who exudes humility and dispenses wisdom.

In this case, the ne'er-do-well is a guy down on his luck and doing poorly with his paper supply business. The guru is a coffee shop dwelling guy named Finnegan, who we never learn much about. But over the course of several conversation we learn new methods for running businesses, losing weight and finding soul mates.

The solution being offered is to do things badly, although that is probably a misnomer. The key is in doing things differently. But I must admit, it was the title that drew me in, so kudos to Kelly's marketing team. I won't give away the secrets for free here. This is a short book worth the read and even more worth some thought towards its practical ideas.

You can find it at Amazon, though I make no promise that it'll still be available for free.

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