Usually I feel guilt for even wanting to not finish a book. Once I crack the book open and begin reading, its a commitment, a serious commitment. But this is one of the few books I was happy to walk away from. Smith has a series of letters to some young (as in age) unidentified naive but bright young artist advising them on the risks and skills required to make it in the business. It was clear from the first chapter I was not the intended audience and after a few chapters I wasn’t being challenged, intrigued, to stay with the book to the end. It was happily and quickly returned to the library without any guilt.