I started listening to Green read his book to me a year or two ago, and dropped it. But feeling drawn to more poetic subject matter now, feeling my usual focus glaze over, this delivers in ironic commentary, as if a star rating could ever provide insight into the quality of an experience beyond just the quality, a quality of the experience of a book that I have been missing. I just very much enjoyed the chapter on our capacity for wonder.

Wonder, itself, given a star rating. Does it matter how many? Should it ever matter to you, how many stars for anything? Only because the metric is forced down our throats by e-commerce platforms, must it matter. But no wonder why the quality of daily life has been seeming to drop in dimensionality. Not that Green has yet made this point.