Here is a book that is essentially about nothing. or, I should say it's about something only it's not anything too out of the ordinary or anything with a plot per say. It's just one guys ruminations on his life... or more to the point, the human condition in general. It says something about Karl Ove Knausgard's writing that I continued to read and read even though nothing out of the ordinary was happening to him. I definitely will try to read the rest of his story as now I'm committed.

I picked up this book because of the cover, LOL. The worried, painful look on his face just drew me in. Here is a man who thinks too much and it gets to him. He is attempting to purge the pain through his writing. Good therapy.