This was just one of those books that I didn’t get. Admittedly it’s probably my fault but this book was like hanging on to a kite in a hurricane; it was all over the place beyond what I would normally consider stream of consciousness. Besides, the topics just struck me as odd. I understand this is a collection of essays but even essays have engaging topics and text that flows. These just didn’t.
The bright spot was Brenda Scott Wlazlo’s narration. She navigated brilliantly through the verbal turmoil of “Circadian”. Thanks, Brenda.