Reading this book had the same effect, I should think, as eating a vat of caramel and then licking salt off the pavement: sickly saccharine sweet, leaves a bitter taste in the mouth and makes you feel nauseous for days after. A valiant attempt at tackling the big questions in life, but comes across like a particularly pretentious greetings card. I've read more fulfilling itemised VAT receipts. Fine, I suppose, if you like your books like you like your coffee and you're a fan of skinny six shot pumpkin lattes, but for the fan of literature and espresso, best avoided.