This woman must be a total atheist with no friends. This Emily writer is self absorbed in her own high opinions of herself that she misses the point of the true beauty of using the secret. The only way her friends would bring her a desk, buy her desk or loan her one is if they were dropping it on her head. ( I picture the wizard of OZ.). Try telling me when you read this that you immediately don't think What friends does this woman have anyway? She's so self absorbed in tearing down the book that now she just plain deserves to sneeze and be ill for eternity. As for all of her positive, upbeat friends with cancer, I'm sure this woman would be by their side to help them write out their will provided she's in it. She wouldn't know a gift if it slapped her in the face and the only thing this closed mind can manifest is what comes out in the toilet in the morning. All her negativity probably makes it hard to do that. Damn those negative attitudes manifesting her colon cancer as the shit spews from her mouth.

I will never read anything this pig has to write again.