OMG. I didn’t even want to read past the first 20 pages. I found it really offensive how Cesar Millan had to marry a “calm-assertive” American woman to dismiss his Mexican macho mojo. This book is from 2006, not 1956. Um, sorry, but I’m returning the book to its owner on Monday, without reading any more.
I almost never have such an aversion to a book. This time, I just couldn’t get past the offense, and I couldn’t read it. If that makes me a bad person, so be it.