Book 49 is Love Yourself Like Your Life Depends on It by Kamal Ravikant.
I wanted to love his book like I love myself but it felt like a sales pitch.
Kamal did sound sincere and vulnerable but he also sounded like he was selling an inflatable version of self confidence. Not the fake self confidence but truly believing in yourself.
As a disciple of cognitive behavioural therapy, I know you can reset your pathways and think differently. He didn't even touch the science around that. It was more of a "I got dumped and now someone loves me" chant. I wanted to hear that he was OK alone, not that he was OK in a relationship.
Disappointed at every turn, all I can agree with is something I've always told people myself: Give yourself oxygen before you help others.
There are many better books on this subject. Don't waste a couple of hours on this.
2 sales pitches of 5.
Should I read this? Sadly, no. Grab Brene Brown or Trevor Noah. There are many better ways to the same destination.
What did I learn? No one else can complete you. Being able to fall in love and be loved back does not define you. Standing alone is done alone and then others may join. He failed to express this.