Fair disclosure: Chicken Little’s author is my dad.
If you’ve had a son, though—or been one—you’ll appreciate that an endorsement from this direction is by no means a guarantee. Still, I can’t help it: I’m impressed.
My dad’s been writing this book for most of my life. He and I have been around the block once or twice on many of the issues between its covers, and I was pleased to find that the lessons I learned along the way about the real world—you know, this big rock we all live on—translate well into print.
The fundamental thesis here is that there’s a real world out there if you’re willing to ignore the spin-doctors and go look for it. It’s a place whose attributes are measurable, consistent, and—brace yourself—rather encouraging!
I’d recommend my dad’s book to anybody who professes to have an open mind. Will you agree with everything he has to say? Maybe not. But since his point is that assertions can be checked, give it a try.
Odds are you’ll be pleasantly surprised.