I am a voracious reader. I usually only read history, science or autobiography/biography. Rarely do I read fiction although recently on recommendation of the New York Times, I read the book James, which was great. However, also on recommendation of the New York Times, I read Lincoln in the Bardo. I chose it because it was about Lincoln, whom I really admire and because it was about loss of a child which unfortunately, I share with Mr. Lincoln. This book was just strange; sometimes obscene, sad, and overall did not improve the quality of my life or my knowledge of the world, things that I seek in a book.