I just finished reading this terrific little book. One of the many joys of reading are the ways in which, as one reads, what one reads seems to relate to one’s own life.
In many ways, whatever we’re into, from our passions to the chores life may force upon us, all this stuff becomes part of the medium of living, such that we then filter our lives through it all.
This seems peculiarly apt for a book such as Entangled Life.
One of the chief takeaways for me, on having just finished reading the book, is neatly summed up by the author in his final chapter:
Ambiguity isn’t as itchy as it was; it’s easier for me to resist the temptation to remedy uncertainty with certainty.
P. 251, Epilogue.
That seems like a good lesson to learn.
But aside from that, this is a plain ol’ rip-snorting good read, in the tradition of the best of popular science. Educating and entertaining, simultaneously. Wonderful!
And I’m chuffed that – after a mild panick, where I thought I’d lost my copy – I’ve finished the book in advance of the authors’ forthcoming talk, in Ely, this Tuesday coming. I’m very much looking forward to that.