Yoga has never been my thing. Still isn’t, honestly. I’m not a person with a long attention span or patience, so I get bored fast. Seeing Rage Yoga in bold, red letters on the cover of Lindsay Istace’s book intrigued me, and I went in pretty hopeful.

I appreciate Istace’s brash, raw voice on the page. It’s funny and feels genuine, which one would hope from a book where counting the swear words would be too much effort.

I went into reading Rage Yoga expecting it to be more focused on the act itself. However, this is more of a personal growth book with yoga, and a hefty dose of ‘hippy’ vibes (for lack of a better word). I didn’t really care for that side of things, since I was just looking for the actual poses.

If you’re into that side of yoga, you’ll probably enjoy this book more than I did. There’s nothing wrong with it; it just wasn’t exactly what I was looking for. I still really enjoy the concept of Rage Yoga and hope to try one of the in person classes sometime while visiting one of the cities that have it. (And I’ll probably have the phrase “zen as fuck” in my head for a while.)

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