I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
Not the book I expected. I bought it because it was advertised to be a book about a bookman - and it is, but it's a biography of Starrett's life, not a memoir of his book buying and selling. Almost nothing at all about his bookman role, actually. What he talks about most are his days as a journalist and author, name dropping his way from first to last. That's not a criticism, but I knew almost none of the names, which makes the whole exercise tedious rather than interesting.
Mostly, this book was both out of my league and not what I was looking for, but that's my fault, not the author's.