A painstakingly researched marvel, Grann uncovers another long lost piece of history.

I’m not sure how I made it though this beautifully strange book without sobbing, but I did.

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

“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.

This is an extensive look at the historic franchise, one we are still in the middle of somehow.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.”

He had me looking over at my three-week-old and smiling Iike a goon.

Books like Home Game are like sharing war stories with someone already out of the trenches.

There’s a lot of reassuring and pep talking and firsthand commiserating, all of which stuck with me as each month ticked by.