A whole slew of less-than-thrilling books have been written about writing. Many others have been written that belong to the category of writers on reading. Nick Hornby recently published one of these.

Of course, there has been an article written about the book that Mr. Hornby wrote about reading other books, or not reading them, as he readily admits and then writes about. (Read on for details about the book, titled The Polysyllabic Spree: A Hilarious and True Account of One Man’s Struggle With the Monthly Tide of the Books He’s Bought and the Books He’s Been Meaning to Read.)

Shockingly, the article by Carol Iaciofano in The Boston Globe actually made me want to buy the book. She writes, “But buying books is half the fun. For anyone who’s ever browsed around a bookstore, reading Hornby’s accounts of how one book led him to another, or how he discovered a new author nearly by accident, is like reconnecting with an erudite friend.”

Who knows, maybe I’ll buy the book — or even read it.

Vinnee Tong