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This was a challenging nut to crack for me, and I love Miller's writing. I grabbed it on a whim at a used shop many, many years ago, figuring it had to be good. It's a lot different than his fiction, however, and after reading about 1/3 of the book I had to put it down--it was very heavy going, packed with his thoughts and philosophical musings, often about authors and books that really are not part of what the average person encounters today. Thankfully, Miller doesn't actually dwell too much on specifics that date the writing, but usually just takes his subject as a jumping off point to be wildly enthusiastic about life and reading. I found multiple passages worth underlining and writing margin notes about to ponder until the next time around, and lots of food for thought to use in my own life.

I finally finished the book fifteen years after starting it. Re-reading much of the beginning and reviewing things I underlined and wrote reflections on were interesting. In many ways I have not changed in my passions over certain ideas.
Overall, this is the kind of book I need to have an uncluttered mind and free time in my day for--it's not light reading and many passages have to be re-read many times for understanding and absorption.
Plus, the typeface is small and dense and rather hard on the eyes, thus not really making the book itself a physical pleasure to read, which is unfortunate given the subject. I've noticed a few of Miller's books have this kind of printing.