There are some books that are great in content, but not good as books. Simon May’s Love is one of them. It’s jam-packed with information, knowledge, and reflection, and though you learn a lot, you don’t necessarily have a nice time reading it. That’s because May tends to go in circles, and even off-topic. Everything is reiterated over and over again, and at the end, despite having gone on for hundreds of pages, the final chapter says them all. I think the book would have benefitted from editing and restructuring to make it more concise and self-relevant.