Book Name

The Book of Pook by Pook

Rating

Will Melt Your Fucking Brain

One Line Summary

An anonymous forum writer teaches you the secrets of masculinity

Why it’s Awesome

Back in the early 2000’s, pickup was on the rampage. The entire community was obsessed with lines, routines and any other tactic they could possibly use to get more girls. But one anonymous writer, only know by his online forum handle as “Pook”, changed the game. This book is an online collection of some of his best

While everyone was asking “how can I get more girls?” Pook said: “I know how to get laid. I know how to make money. I know how to get a girlfriend. I know how to build a career. And yet why am I not happy?” “Because,” Pook continues, “My entire life has been focusing on everything except me.

This is a subtle but major mental shift. We are so programmed by society to live the life others want for us instead of the life we truly want. Who put the idea in your head that you should become a doctor? Who put the idea in your head that you have to get married? Who put the idea in your head that you should be a player?

Was it you?

Notice I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with those choices. But why are you doing them?

Pook bucked the system. He realized that masculinity comes from doing what you want to do. You’re on your purpose and path, no matter what that is. And you’re willing to risk anything for

The sad part becomes that so many guys have lost touch with this side of themselves. They’ve had so many people tell them “you should do this” that they don’t even know what they want anymore. They think what they want is what others want for them.

They’re sleepwalking through life.

This is why so many people will ask you “what did you love to do as a kid?’. Because when you’re a kid, your programming is minimal. You haven’t had too many “shoulds” of life thrown at you. You’re still acting authentically.

What does it say about our society that the way a kid acts if often more masculine than a full adult?

The Book of Pook is also beautifully written. Seriously, as a writer I am jealous at his way with words. Let me quote a section just to show you what I mean:

So Pook summoned two young men. Each stood in a corner. Pook then said, “Before us are two youths who are on the threshold of life. Both have the same origins. Yet, the destinations are different. Let us look at the first one.”

What was witnessed was that young man growing up. If he got a bump on his head, he would cry to his mother. He would pull on her apron strings. He felt safety and comfort in his mother. With his father, he felt an uncertain fear within him. His father was the one who set the punishments, the deadlines, the lessons that had to be learned. He preferred the company of his mother who seemed free from those hard edges.

Now the second young man’s childhood came into view. His life was exactly the same!

“Is there a point to this?” protested the impatient young man.

“Watch,” said the Pook.

The first young man never broke free from the enticing womb-like feeling around his mother. He sought to replicate it over and over. Off he tumbled into reality like tumbleweed blown every which way by the winds of the age. He didn’t know what he wanted to do in life so he did what everyone around him did. He was captive to his friends, never seeking to break apart to tend to his own matters or such. The playtime was too important to him, a part of that sense of ease and joy he had around his mother. He eventually found a girl, chose the first one that actually liked him (or tolerated him, he couldn’t know) and married. Alas! The marriage lasted only a few years until divorce came. “Why did she leave me?” whined the pathetic male. “I CHERISHED her! I bought her flowers everyday. I sang her sonnets. I always told her I loved her!” She complained, “He disgusted me.” The man goes through life, broken and re-broken, trying fruitlessly to re-build that sandcastle of childhood fun whiles waves of reality kept on crashing down on him. He dies forgotten and irrelevant.

“Oh!” cried the young man. “That is awful!”

“What is so awful?” Pook replied. “He was, after all, just being himself! Now for the second young man.”

This young man quickly realized that childhood was over. Rather then looking towards forever replicating that sense of summer vacation of escapefulness and feminine bliss, he launched himself at reality. “I will not live my life as a nothing!” he declared. His friends and friendly were astonished at his constant selfimprovement, his constant blossoming of talent and will. He, in turn, was astonished at them. “It is like,” he would say, “That they are stuck in a type of stasis. I have changed; they acknowledge that. But THEY are exactly the same!” He got to PICK what woman he wanted. He got to PICK what career he wanted. He got to PICK his destiny. He answered life’s challenges and refused to retreat from them. Whereas the first young man was defined by the age within he lived, the second young man defined the age himself! When he died, countless people mourned. For they thought he was a genius. Others thought he was talented beyond description. Yet, others thought he was touched by heaven itself! After all, how else could these poor fools realize such success? “It couldn’t have been made,” they said. “He had to be born with it.” No, it was because he was a Man who chose to ground up the world, culture, and all to his vision rather than to be grounded up into the worldly culture’s axing wheel of routine and fashion.

“The difference is simple,” said the Pook. “The first young man is facing TOWARDS infancy. The second young man is facing AWAY from infancy. The first one wishes to climb back into the womb; the second one wants to fly from it. The first wishes a cushioned place in the world while the second one leaves the cushions behind. The first one is ordinary; the second one is extraordinary. Thus, the second one becomes the Great Catch while the first one merely becomes a filler of a void.

If you’re a guy and that doesn’t inspire you, I don’t know what will.

Why Does It Suck

I love this book to death but I still have a few gripes with it. Pook talks a lot about the laws of Nature as if all men were born to be masculine and all women feminine. In reality people can choose any sort of identity they want. He also rants heavily against feminism which really just encourages a victim and “us vs them” mentality.

I’ve seen some many guys who have taken the ideas in this book and rationalize their fear of talking to women as them following Pook’s path. I also know plenty of guys who are absolutely beasts in selfimprovment but can’t talk to women to save their lives. There is an element of skill that can’t be

The Wrap Up

Maybe no other author has had as much of an impact on me when it comes to masculinity than Pook. After reading this book at the age of 21, I knew the general direction I had to take in my life. I could see people I knew falling into the traps Pook was talking about.

A lot of things are still unclear for me, but what I’ve come to realize is that pursuing your dreams isn’t a luxury. It isn’t something you “get” to do, it’s something you HAVE to do if you want to live a fulfilled life. That “pull” towards that calling you have will NEVER go away. And if you don’t do it, it will eat you alive.

So fuck the consequences. Fuck the risks. Fuck the end result itself. Fuck all the doubts and haters and other bullshit in your life holding you back.

Surrender to your life.

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