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Crucial Conversations | Book Review

Crucial Conversations 


This is an extremely helpful and resourceful book, if one is very inclined to improve his ability to communicate. It is so disastrous having not been able to say what you actually want to say and end up misunderstood yourself. There is always a huge gap between what is actually you think and what you end up saying. Everyone does not have a gift of conveying his ideas through exact words. And the stakes are, seriously, high while talking, not just professionally but also personally within your own circle of influence.


It was an insightful book, to understand the art of communication. But applying them is not easy as it sounds. It needs self control, refraining from acting on destructive impulses of making your point without understanding the nature of the conversation. We are not really wired to talk about things that matters, but in moments of introspection, we realise how massive was the impact of those things we talked so casually about. And how these infinitesimal moments of conversations, make huge differences in the long run. And I cant stress the importance of the issue more, because ultimately communicating is as important as any other skills, specially in these confusing times.


Anyways, talking about the book, it is quite non clichéd book. Well it does not necessarily tell you how you can change the whole world with your charm and power of communication. Like many other self help books. Its quite practical book, insightful, giving many alternative ways you can deal with particular situations.


I see no solid reasons to arraign the book. It was an interesting book. You will find subtle similarities with Convey's book, the overall humanistic impression of book in general. And it was actually recommended by Covey himself. So if you are admirer of him then the the chances are that you are going to like this one too.

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