The fifty-ninth book: #49 Confessions - Jean-Jacques Rousseau
One of the first autobiographies, Confessions feels like it works okay there from the start - better than Rousseau's other works. He's a decent storyteller, willing to make light of himself and with a bunch of interesting events described. I struggled with names sometimes, but it's mostly decently easy to follow and it feels more accepting to just jumping in. It sounds like a lot of this was fabricated, but really, for the most part that doesn't actually matter. Not having any philosophical questions to focus on, the result here feels like a better novel.