This is clearly the epic of epics. Even during the rough parts, the dense and the unnecessary, it’s impossible not to see it.

I wouldn’t have guessed a true story about mental illness, genetics, and science could hold my attention so effectively, but this did.

The idea is enchanting, to say the least.

Phew. Another one down, and I’m feeling the burn.

Finally bringing this rollercoaster of a year to an end.

This guy’s got the mystery chops promised on the back cover.

Amongst the points and anecdotes and advice, it all boils down to one thing: just sit down and do the dang thing.

Stuck in one place for an unnatural, unending period of time — yep, this couldn’t have been a more appropriately timed book.

How do I feel at the halfway point? As expected, not every book is a winner, but the overall tale is.

It’s fun in the same way the dangerous thrill of some youthfully rebellious act is laughable and melodramatic in retrospect.

This was probably more fun 100 years ago.

The finale is a major turning point in the series.

It’s dense, it’s thorough, and it’s drastically important.

Words that sound so powerful today, but sting knowing they were meant to resonate 50 years ago.

This book will enrage you. And it should.

In a book showcasing internet-sleuthing at its best, a woman lays out the case to track down one hell of a predator.

Coming in hot off the excitement of #4, this book cools things down to a level that’s repetitive and disappointing.

A beautiful, heart-stopping and heart-aching course through the braids of time.

Forgive any doubts in book three -- we have boarded the hype train.

When quarantined from a global pandemic, you read books about threats to humanity.