In Berserker!, Adrian Edmondson blends riotous comedy with raw vulnerability, taking readers on a wild ride that hits as hard emotionally as it does hilariously.

Oblivion is a visually stunning sci-fi spectacle that teases deep themes but ends up more style than substance—a sleek, post-apocalyptic journey that’s as pretty as it is hollow.

Rick Rubin’s The Creative Act is less a guide to art than a gentle nudge toward living creatively, whether you’re crafting a masterpiece or just arranging your sock drawer with flair.

Wild Tales delivers a deliciously chaotic mix of revenge and absurdity, capturing the cathartic pleasure of watching people snap under life’s relentless pressures.

Mark Manson’s The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fck* is the literary equivalent of being hit repeatedly with a blunt object while someone yells, “It’s for your own good!” Spoiler: It’s not.

Enter the Void plunges you into a kaleidoscopic, unsettling afterlife that’s as relentless as it is visually mesmerizing.

Atomic Habits serves up habit-building basics with a motivational punch, though you might feel like it’s telling you things you already know—just with a bit more polish and a lot more anecdotes.

American Beauty exposes the surreal darkness of suburban life, where beauty and decay intertwine in one man’s quest to reclaim himself.

Brainfluence is a crash course in mind manipulation for marketers, exposing the brain’s hidden levers that make us click, buy, and trust a little too easily.

La Haine is a raw, unflinching journey through society’s cracks, where the stark black-and-white visuals amplify the explosive tension and gritty reality faced by three young men on the outskirts of Paris—delivering a brutal message on violence, alienation, and the inevitability of a crash landing we’re all complicit in.

Ready Player Two by Ernest Cline is a sequel that proves the age-old adage: lightning doesn’t strike twice, but disappointment sure can. If you were hoping for another nostalgic joyride through the pop culture wonderland of the ’80s, this book serves up a lukewarm rerun that makes you question why you ever cared in the first place.

Longlegs promises horror but delivers a sluggish nightmare of missed potential, with Nicolas Cage’s wild antics and Maika Monroe’s blank stares failing to inject life into this plodding supernatural thriller that’s more cringe than creepy.