A collection of short stories isn’t really a book. It’s more like dozens of ideas that could have been books if they were thought of by someone with a better attention span. To put it another way; if you took an infinite number of Shakespeares and put them in front of an infinite number of typewriters with an infinite amount of time they still wouldn’t come up with the complete works of Lance Manion. To put it yet another way; you throw down manure to feed crops. Just imagine this book as manure (not too great a stretch) and your imagination is the crops. If you don’t understand this metaphor then this book probably isn’t for you.