The best book on humanity I’ve read so far: this book makes me feel bad.
It makes me feel bad because it makes me realize the amount of violence, ignorance, and stupidity which lead most of the humankind’s action.
It makes me feel bad because I’ve always hated history in school and this is the book I would have like to read.
It makes me feel bad because on several occasions the author makes such clear, logical, straightforward conclusions on some of the most powerful events of history where I would have thought even having the slightest understanding of the causes would have been out of reach.
It makes me feel bad because it’s long and full of stories, anecdotes, and considerations which you don’t want to have enough and, at the same time, frequently, makes me want to cry and run in horror.
It makes me feel bad because it helped me to find new, powerful questions: not “Who am I” and not even the better “Who do I want to become?” but the scary “What do I want to want?”