The road is the place all lost things go.

Easily one of the best new books I've read in a good long while. Cowen spends 5 years walking up and down a 2,000-year-old road, tracking history from his own to his family's to the country's, casting it against Britain in the throes of Brexit and Covid. Mixing autobiography with history with essays with fiction, one of those books that gives librarians a headache. Trust me: Just buy 5 copies and put them on different shelves.

I love books that don't pick a lane. Except of course this one literally does. It does what a road does; it transcends time, and ties everything together in a constant motion.

For so long as the road continues, the future is still ours to shape.