Money

Denis Diderot was broke. Properly broke. So when a wealthy admirer bought his entire book collection for what would now be roughly £200,000, it should have felt like relief. Clean relief. End of problem. It was not. He bought a new dressing gown with the money. That made his old desk look shabby. A new desk made the chairs look wrong. New chairs made the rug feel out of place. One purchase pulled the next one in after it, and then the next, until Diderot found himself surrounded by things he had not planned on buying and a mood he had not planned on feeling. ...

The core question in this book is more uncomfortable than most personal finance writing admits. Vicki Robin and Joe Dominguez start with something that sounds simple: how much is your time actually worth? Not your hourly rate. Your real rate, after you subtract the commute, the recovery time, the clothes and equipment the job requires, and the things you buy just to make the job tolerable. Once you account for all of that, most people’s real hourly rate is lower than they thought. Sometimes lower enough to sting a bit. ...