Life is too short to force-finish books! And thus did I abandoneth this. Sorry. On paper, it is NOT up my alley: a nonfic book about a dude digging through old 19th century Transcendentalist parchments and realizing he needs to divorce his wife. Divorce? DIVORCE?! Plz universe, you are harshing my mellow. Also, Thoreaux... fist shake!!! Don't get me started on that guy.
I grudgingly acknowledge, however, that DESPITE THESE PREJUDICES of mine, it actually WAS very well-written and sort of charming. Charming! Charming?! So I've put this in my mental catalog of things to return to, when my mood is more aligned.