A few thoughts after the first time reading this Liu Cixin's novel through the Vietnamese translation (English review below):

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Succint and cohesive.
It's far from being a perfect book. But the fact that it comes to me when I need it the most make it such so profound.

This book is more of a personal reflection than of a scientific research-driven book. The lack of facts can be unconvincing, but overall this book is still highly practical with helpful insights. And wisdom, also!

Điển hình của một kiểu viết thiếu kỷ luật và thiếu tôn trọng người đọc: viết để thông tin cho độc giả thì cũng không hẳn mà để tường thuật hay giải trí thì cũng không. Thật đáng xấu hổ là một Thạc Sỹ lại dám cho xuất bản một tuyển tập biên soạn lôi thôi và nghèo nàn đến thế.

Overall this book is a gripping introductory course to anthropology for the general public.
However, here and there Harari's writing get repetitive and the way he draw philosophical evaluation is lengthily preaching.

I took this pill of optimism even though I know it's placebo. There are so so many empirical proofs that this pill works, but there's no science here...

Stories deal with social stratification, role of religion and nature of beauty.

Steinback created some of the most interesting characters I've met in fiction but it feels like he was so lazy that he left his work incomplete.

Ray Bradbury brought in decent statements but Fahrenheit 451 should just have been a short story.

I presupposed this book would be counterculture but it turns out that the book counter... itself. It's weirdly full of foma. Busy busy busy :)

Extremely underwhelming, with the plot extruded to excessive length and one-dimensional characters. Vonnegut's the sloppiest work, the definition of pulp fiction.

Harrowing but inspiring.