Hornby continues the feverish survey of his swollen
bookshelves, offering funny, intelligent, and unblinkered
account of the stuff he's been reading. Ranging from the
middlebrow to the highbrow (with unrepenting dips into the
lowbrow), Hornby's dispatches from his nightstand table
serve as useful guides to the contemporary literary scene.
Purchasing more books than he can read in the month
allotted to him, Hornby nevertheless manages to speed
through an impressive amount of material, and his choices
often strike into deep, odd places. Hornby's book reviews
are suffused with wit, ire, and loving insight. He can be
trusted to point out which books are ridiculously unfunny,
which books can be read incognito for their naughtiness,
and most urgently, which books can bring themselves "all
the way through the long march to your soul."