I finished two books last night, one is 7 Habits of Highly Successful People, which is so much less douchey than it sounds. Seriously, it's so good. I'll be thinking about the quadrants of time spent, emotional bank accounts, and personality ethic vs character ethic for a long time. And trust. It's seriously just so very good.
The other is Sarah Gailey's recent from last year, The Echo Wife. Holy shit this book was fucked up. In some ways it felt like the gonzo fictional version of Hope Jahren's excellent scientific memoir, Lab Girl, another recent favorite I also read over a new year a few years back. And in other ways it was a dark several hundred pages exploration of being abused and finding agency. Yet it was subtle, beautiful, and heartbreaking in ways that have nothing to do with abuse. And the central premise, and what would have been the ethical concern in any other story, is like, not actually the point, which was a pretty fascinating trick to have pulled off, which they did, holy shit. Recommended with a whole lot of content warnings.