This book not only inspires us to write but is poetic and interesting to read as well.
How can I review a book like this?
How can I review a book that not only has the serene beauty of sunset,
but also the ferocity of a wild storm,
and the surprise of sudden monsoon rain packed into one.

It is not just a book on how to get inspirations to write better.
It is also sort of an auto-biography.
It is also a book on how to write good screenplays.
It is also a book on what direction is not about.
It tells us about the intelligence of editing.
It is also a love song by a poet on his muse.
It is also the dreams of lost childhood.
It is also a library that had come alive.
It is weirdly beautiful.

And in the end when he compares writing to zen,
well it is true for all professions,
the closer you get to mastery at any profession,
the more it becomes zen.

Definitely worth reading.