If I could give this book negative stars, I would. Note I am a fan of Marie Kondo's approach. This is like a way worse version, with a side-helping of guilt and judgment from your well-meaning grandmother. Most of it is just memoir, it's completely impractical when she bothers with method at all, and half her advice is downright appalling. Hard pass.

N.B. I was reading this while "death cleaning" my aunt's home.