The twenty-third book I read in 2015 is The Etymologicon by Mark Forsyth. It predates The Elements of Eloquence, which I read back in January, and is actually his first book, constructed Frankenstein's-monster-like from his pre-existing blog. Given its cut-and-paste origins, the structure is still impressive, as he manages to lead from one section to another and then cycle back to the beginning organically, as in TEoE.
I prefer Eloquence, as it's a bit less scattershot-trivia and a touch more educational about the language, but if you're interested in meandering etymologies and false cognates, you'll certainly enjoy this book.
I will say that book-writing success seems to have been the death of the blog that started it all. Seven posts thus far in 2015? Black pot living in a glass house though I am, at least I can blame my reticence on sheer inertia rather than on monetizing my previously-freely-bestowed thoughts.
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