I tried to read a book about the effects of fracking in Pennsylvania (Amity and Prosperity: One Family and the Fracturing of America), but it was just too upsetting. So here's my fallback.

Haven't read it since college. Loving it again already.

Talking point bullet points rather than a rounded narrative, but thought provoking and worth considering.

So immediate that I read the whole story in one morning. This brings out the truth of what many refugees are fleeing, as well as truths about relationships between what those in the first world would see as people of their own experience set. I rarely read modern fiction, but I'm grateful I read this.

Brief sections on how food altered history and how history altered food, as related to the British Empire chronologically from Tudor times to the early twentieth century. Interesting, readable, thought provoking.

I don't relate directly to becoming obese as a result of specific trauma, but I absolutely empathize. I do know from my own life how authentic and true her reflections on being obese in today's America are.

Thought provoking and readable, if a little simplistic.

Not a scientific discussion of new research as I had been led to believe by a NatGeo book list, but a self-help book. Apparently "leaky gut" causes most ills, everything you eat and do cause anxiety and depression (neither of which is clinically defined, nor apparently actually understood by the authors), and yogurt and a Mediterranean diet (they say it's meatless) cure anxiety and depression. Bad science, bad logic, and a waste of reading time.

A fairly quick, fun read. A bit of adventure, a bit of science, and a good bit of honesty about the author and his professional experience.

Compelling, lyrical, honest, heartbreaking.

Very readable if a little mind-blowing about some details. I have to allow some of the claims time to percolate through my brain.

So much writing, so little meaning. Egon wants sex but twists himself around. There are characters everywhere and I don't care about any of them. The 1930s were decadent. I don't get any more out of it. Oh, and demons but they're entirely peripheral.