Books I keep thinking about.

Weird and good in the way only C. S. Lewis can be. His power of discernment, his familiarity with the nuances of motivations and actions, feels beyond most people today. Valuable because Lewis simply sees more than we do.

Delightful and beautiful: a book of adventure and friendship. We all live in Cowslip’s Warren, by the way.

How much of what we say is just jabbering noise? What questions will melt away when we meet the one with all the answers?

Can someone go beyond good and evil? I love Dostoevsky’s insights into the human heart.

What stuck with me was Nietzsche’s brutal capacity to argue both sides of an argument forcefully. One page can make an incredible case, totally convincing you, and the next page essentially says: “you’re a moron if you believed me there.” He never quite states his actual beliefs; he just likes fighting.

Most recent standout. Incredibly weird and dreadful in the true meaning of the word. The idea that thoughts and things might not want to be discovered felt genuinely unimaginable.

Relentless optimism is what I took from this book. Your mindset is something you decide; it is not really about the cards fate deals you. The mission was an immediate disaster, yet Shackleton is known and respected for how he recovered from it without losing a man.

What if science was so integrated into our lives it seemed like magic? That is what Superluminary feels like: incredible sci-fi that few have read. The conclusion is an interesting answer to: “won’t the cycle of war and death just repeat?”