I’m going to be honest with you: I thought this was a book about meditation. Note the missing "s" at the end of the word.
My bad.
I read Burkeman's Four Thousand Weeks, and while I didn’t love the process of reading it, the underlying idea has stuck with me since.
That’s not going to happen with Meditations for Mortals. It felt like a grab bag of shallow wisdom for people who’ve never spent time thinking about any of life’s big questions.
I also don’t think Burkeman is a particularly good writer. There’s something about the way he structures his paragraphs and sentences that makes everything feel drawn out and not to the point. It’s especially noticeable when you try to highlight key passages—he takes 2–3 paragraphs to make a statement that would hit harder if he just got to the point faster.
Not a fan.
