The shortest of the books of the Good Book, The Good is also the best of them. It has a simplicity and a poetry that the other books aspire to but fall far short of.
But it starts on page 591 of the volume, and all but the most stalwart of readers is likely to have given up by then. I find myself hoping that some of them at least skipped to the end, and read this book. And wondering why Grayling didn’t either write the whole book this way, or write a much, much thinner book.
Ah, well. It is what it is.
Until the Bookmadness! strikes again, my friends.