Malcolm Gladwell: Outliers

There's a reason I don't read more of these books, and a reson I should read more of these books, and as with most things they are the same reason. 

It's so easy to think these things.  It's so easy to read a book like this, or any of its popsociopsychology ilk, to polish it off in a day or two and get a rush of accomplishment, and to form some thoughts about it--pro or con.  In this particular case, it was exceptionally easy also to meet with the book club that had chosen it and talk freely about the ideas.  So easy.

By the same token, its easy to forget, after reading the book and in the glow of completion, that there's really not much to it.  It's easy to congraulate ourselves as readers as much as Gladwell congratulates himself on his existence, for being studious, awake, and probing.  But within hours, the aure of sophistication has worn off, and the illusion of thought has evaporated. 

This book was so easy.  Easy to read, easy to agree with, and ultimately, easy to forget.