It’s almost like a book on philosophy disguised as a speculative story collection.

If you’re wondering like me why it seems there are road blocks to progress everywhere but it’s unclear where they are or where to start, read this.

Cormac McCarthy is one of the greats of our time. This isn’t news to anyone.

If the message of the book can be condensed to one line, it would be “say what you feel, damnit!”

They are answering the questions of existence like it’s simply an issue of mathematics.

The simple review is that technically, it worked.

Here’s my attempt at reviewing what nearly became the unreviewable.

David Sedaris tells you about days in his life as if they were always meant to connect in some deeply humorous way.

This book came out of nowhere for me from an author I’d never heard of, but I’m paying attention now.

Hunger, violence, longing, and humor: a coming-of-age concoction that's an unexpectedly perfect blend.

Mayle sold us all a downright cozy dream.

“They carried all they could bear, and then some, including a silent awe for the terrible power of the things they carried.”

Cormac McCarthy is proof that the rules for writing are only guidelines.

“God, how we get our fingers in each other’s clay.”

There’s something about reading “the best” of something that just feels exciting and as I dabble in my own writing, influential.

The author taps into the current foreboding mood of today.

In terms of parenting and babies, the advice inside has been priceless.

There isn’t one part of this book I didn’t like.

Frankenstein isn’t even the “wretched monster’s” name. It’s the doctor’s.