A beautiful book; some of the finest writing on nature I’ve had the pleasure to come across. It is impossible to read this and not want to know the Scottish mountains in the same way Nan herself knew them. 

Wonderful old people solving crimes. What a caper.

A book so stunningly free of insights and critical thought as to serve as nothing more than flimsy boosterism for all things AI. Disappointing. 

A funny and engaging book from Burkeman, whom I love deeply, although perhaps his more recent books are stronger. 

A book that demonstrates the very worst of this genre of popular airport bookshop non-fiction with a self help tinge. Filled with just so stories, endless examples from his own life, and an incredible contempt for both anyone who might think differently and anyone without Newport’s immense privilege. Contemptible. 

A wise and beautiful book from Deary—his voice and prose was lovely, and the book’s thoughtful and kind exploration of our natural fragility to be deeply necessary. 

A thrilling mix of food, gender and identity politics, Japanese culture, and self growth. A longer read, but golly, one I enjoyed every page of. 

One of the best essay collections I’ve read. Rothfeld’s writing is incredible and compelling. The central thesis of the book is one that I found provocative and compelling and has be considering my relationship with minimalism. I will say, though, the essay on mindfulness and meditation felt substantial worse than the others, and Rothfeld herself commits many of the things she later criticises of other authors in her essay on consent. Still, highly recommended.

Slight. Not much more illuminating than Xi’s wikipedia article. 

A lot of fun. Bless Munroe for this delightful book. 

A beautiful and meaningful collection of essays. There is a magic to Morton’s writing. 

An incredibly thin book with little useful or applicable advice or ideas. If you’ve read any pop-psych or self-improvement type books you’ve come across 90% of this book before. It’s the same tired mix of personal anecdotes, the same handful of studies (the marshmallow test! skinner box! etc) and the same attempt to stretch out quite a thin premise over a few hundred pages. A real shame that it comes across as vacuous as a ted talk.

Blaine sets out the curious case of Peter Dutton; a person seemingly motivated by hate and fear more than anything else. A politician who has frightening implications for the state of Australia’s political system.

These ponderous, meandering, often intentionally obtuse essays remind me of some of my own writing: far too long, far too pretentious and ultimately quite enervating for the reader. My fear is that I am Lauren Oyler, or perhaps Lauren Oyler is all of us. 

Thin and repetitious but valuable. I’d prefer it not have had such a focus on BUSINESS. I’d also have preferred it not to have such a trite and extensive use of quotes, which gave it a sophomoric quality.  I also passionately dislike the cover, and it hurts me to have to use it here.

Montell is a great writer, but I found the book heavy on anecdote, memoir and pop culture and light on things I have not read or heard before. It would have been interesting to tease out some of the complications and nuances of these cognitive biases.

These are, objectively, mostly awfully over the top and not terribly useful ways of presenting information. They are presentations of ideas with the design setting turned up to 11. Which is to say I loved every moment with this book. 

A clarion call about the incompatibility if not out right impossibility of fighting climate change within existing capitalist frameworks. The bits of the books that were concerned with establishing whether or not Marx was an advocate for green degrowth were pretty dull and I thought unnecessary to the broader point that Saito makes.