Not since reading East of Eden have I felt like I was reading a masterpiece.

This is an excellent book for sympathizing with your child’s development struggles.

This has been a crucial series in our lives the last few years, but I think that reliance ends here.

I stand here at the end, blown away and overwhelmed.

I had multiple mini-existential crises, imagining all the things that could happen to us on this tiny blue pebble in the big dark forest.

How do you fit this much inside one person’s head?

The best parts reflect our own reality, the constant footnotes reminding you this isn’t all that far across the fiction/nonfiction line.

It makes you want to hold someone close, to not take anything for granted. And that’s exactly the kind of stories I like.

There seemed to be a common theme: lots of men dealing with momentous circumstances of responsibility.

I enjoy a nice love story when the mood is right, but this was one for the ages.

I kept a tiny human alive for a whole year! And this book helped with that.

It was a staple in my day-to-day in those early months, and a reliable check-in the whole way through.

One of the greatest biographies ever written, about one of the greatest minds of our time.

The King’s consistent ability to make my skin crawl at least once in a story still stands strong.

The author taps into the current foreboding mood of today.

History can be mind-blowing, and I was mind-blown reading this book.

One half like reading a speculative sci-fi thriller, the other like reading a physics textbook. And in this case, it’s a combo that works.

I’m doing it. I’m giving a King book two stars, and I do so with a heavy heart.

As it’s said somewhere in the book, you can tell a lot about a person by the games they like to play.

“It has been an astonishing decade. Everything and nothing has changed.”