I like reading books about war dogs, shipwrecks, and lady aviators.
If you've been missing the kind of discussions you have in grad lit classes, this is the book for you. It's a lovely mix of personal narrative and literary criticism. I wouldn't recommend it to my mother, because I'm certain she wouldn't enjoy this king of long-form self-reflexive arc. But if you like sending up the personal for analysis (as I very much do), you'll probably like this one.