The Architecture of Happiness

This book started out making an interesting case. By the end, I was convinced that the author should've gone into poetry rather than architecture. I don't get why he insists on injecting the most verbose depictions of tangentially-relevant concepts into what would otherwise be a brief, albeit fascinating essay on the purpose of beauty in design. Still, I cannot begrudge the quality in the meat that is hidden in the potatoes, and so, 3 stars it gets. Cheers.