For a touch of cynicism, a dab of sarcasm, and a big dose of humor, read this article from Mail Online. From "Things can only get better - right?":
New Year, new start, brand new you. Yes, I’m afraid so. Its that time of year when the relentless message pumped out by the publishing industry is that whoever you are and whatever you are doing, it simply isn’t good enough.
Even glancing along the self-help shelves would shred the confidence of a minotaur. There are books for depression, anxiety, nerves, therapy, personal skills, motivational skills, hostess skills, life skills and how to look good in a tulip skirt skills - even if you can’t unless you are Kate Moss. There are manuals on how to be rich, how to be thin, how to be a better you. There are books that drip with emollient homilies, titles that are rich in emotional wisdom, everything for everyone who ever suffered from a twinge of doubt.
Several books are reviewed (or skewered). Here's the review of one of my least favorite books of any genre and of all time: