I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
This book took me FOREVER to finish, and not because it was bad, boring or dense. It took me forever because I couldn't read more than a paragraph without having to stop and read it aloud to MT, much to his amusement and increasing irritation, so I found myself avoiding it for stretches at a time so he wasn't tempted to hide the book somewhere, like the recycle bin.
As he's gone for the weekend, my impulse to share was thwarted and I was able to power through the rest of the book. Truly, for word lovers out there, I can't recommend this book highly enough. It's so interesting and so easy to read; Forsyth breaks the book into sections, rather than chapters, but really it's more a free-association type of narrative. Talking about the origins of one word brings him to another, that leads him to another and so on. Did you know there's a direct etymological connection between the Old/New Testaments and a mans testicles? Sex and bread? Torpedoes and turtles? I didn't, but now I do.
Etymology might strike people as bland, but those people will have never read Forsyth; part of why I read so much of this out loud is because he's hilarious, especially in his footnotes (which are not overdone). If kids were allowed to learn with texts like these, we'd have a lot more smarter adults.