A rant about books, horror, and the weird. I sometimes take on my love/hate relationship with goodreads and Amazon.
John McPhee could write a prose poem about a pebble. Oh, he has. Monumental in scope and decades in the making, it covers all the science, humanity, and history of geology in one grand gesture. Dense and delightful at the same time most of the huge book takes place in the time that encompasses the history of the earth and in space not far from Interstate-80 in the US (and what lies beneath). Densely confusing at times in dealing with the periods geologists et al use to describe the eons and rock types of earth's history. Helpfully the endpapers graph it all to the reader's relief.
Won the Pulitzer Prize for Nonfiction.