I plan to write a more in-depth review later, but wanted to say this much: This book is very well written and exceptionally thoughtful, but holy hell, do you think Nimmo could have gotten an editor to look over it before publishing it? It's almost as if it's self-published. I'm only on Chapter 3 and there are more typos than I can count. "Her" instead of "here"; "every since" instead of "ever since"; "effect" instead of "affect"--and a myriad of missing punctuation marks. Because it's so good, I'm going to keep reading it, but there's nothing worse than a worthwhile book being ruined (ruined, I say!) by complete carelessness. If you care enough to write a book, then care enough to have it edited, for crap's sake.

Also, I can appreciate that Nimmo's a musician. I'm a musician, so having a little bit of musical interjection here and there is nice. Nimmo goes a little overboard, though, to the point where it feels very much like he is bragging about how well he can play, how well he can improvise, how many songs he knows, how cool jazz is, how cool jazz is, and how cool jazz is. I like jazz. I do. It's just that I think Nimmo wants us to look up to him for some kind of knowledge he thinks no one else could possibly have.

Update: I couldn't finish it. It was too much of the same. Sorry, Nimmo. ( )