Book Review: The Man Who Mistook his Wife for a Hat

Today is a book post, in part because I haven't watched any new movies recently (or really in the past month at all) but also because books are something I love, but don't have the opportunity to talk about very often. Books are something I really ought to talk about here, being as my movie experience is very much based upon storytelling - a movie without a good story is not a good movie at all, people! - and being as I'm a creative writer (particularly poetry right now, but more on that in future). Reading is just something I do.

In particular, I love reading non-fiction; fiction is great and all, you get a wonderful sense of escapism and vast scale in a good fantasy or sci-fi, and the stories they tell can bring to light modern problems, even if they were written long ago. But as a kid I really grew up reading the Horrible Histories and Horrible Science books, I found them endlessly fascinating and amusing and I'm sure they're still a great influence on what I read, although now that quest for real-world information has turned to perusing the "Popular Science" and "Smart Thinking" sections in Waterstone's rather than the back-of-beyond dusty history sections in second-hand bookshops. But what I find there is still of great interest, particularly when I stumble upon something as engaging and informative as Oliver Sacks' The Man Who Mistook his Wife for a Hat.