Sweet, a little slight, a little too one-note for me. Definitely a lovely exercise in noticing; I’m just not sure it winds up being very much more than that.

Helps me slow down and focus on my reading, though, and for that I thank Baker.

This is a very quiet novel, very internal, not in the least cerebral. It’s about being alone with oneself, and from there examining the relationship you have to the things and people that surround you.
It’s about the pleasure of dark and warm and simple food, coffee and apples and words to paper before facing the rest of the world.

It was inspiring in a way. Though I don’t think I’ll be getting up at 4 a.m. any time soon.

I read Vox, and I liked it a lot. I read Checkpoint, and liked it. I read this, and, while it had some good ideas, I’m undecided. If these three books are indicative of Baker’s style, it is very low-key and laid-back, dialog-heavy, and fairly slow-paced. That just wasn’t what I needed when I started this point. I will definitely come back to it in the future, though; I didn’t dislike it, it just didn’t grab me like I hoped it would.