I haven't found a non-fiction author whose writing and observations I love like this since reading Helen Garner at uni. As a writer, I wanted to savour her sentences, her gentle rendering of her subjects, her compelling prose.

Every time I've tried to gather my thoughts enough to write about 'The Believer', I find myself stumped with how to describe it - other than the experience of reading it feels connecting somehow. Like I am somehow connected to all these people who hold such vastly different belief systems to my own by our shared humanity. Which, isn't that what the world really needs right now?

I know this is a book I'm going to read again.