This is a deeply eccentric book, but which has an internal logic that I can see working for some people but leaving others utterly bemused.

Marie Kondo was the kid at school who would talk to her pencils as she got them out of the case, while the rest of us were sticking them up our noses. But at least she had a pencil case.

Much of her advice is bizarre in the way it’s expressed but when you think about it makes perfect sense. If your clutter doesn’t make you happy then why is it there? Organisers and storage solutions only hide the problem (which is that you own too much crap) so why waste your money?

Ultimately, if you’re the sort of person who anthropomorphises your possessions and then can’t throw anything out because you’ll hurt its feelings, then this is the book for you. Everyone else should just buy refuse sacks, hire a skip, stop being lazy, and just get on with it.