I’ve noticed that I started developing preferences in style of books that I read. And Autumn by Karl Ove Knausgaard fits it: minimalistic, precise, and down to earth, exploring the world of reality with such attention that a dry leaf or a plastic bag could give you a satori. A perfect read for getting conscious about simple, everyday things. A good thing about this book is that it is a series of short one-two-page essays, which one can read for a bit each day, like a short meditation. I like reading them at sunset.