To Begin to Know is in a class of those great, wonderful books which you can fly through in a night, or two; those great books which you don’t want to finish but cannot put down. If there was a book equivalent to the Danish hygge, To Begin to Know is one of those books, despite some of the sadness that swims below some of the stories.
It is brilliantly written, and flows like a conversation with the author - it sucks you into its pages and narrative without making you feel like a voyeur, making you connect with at least one of the themes, or the anecdotes, or stories within the book.
David has written some of the most beautiful, engaging, in-depth profiles on others – somehow, no matter who it is, it seems, he can make you dig deep inside to say and to open so much. Therefore, seeing his keen eye turn on himself absolutely had to be a fascinating, frank piece of writing about the life of a writer of others. And indeed it is, and it is a beautifully candid account of his life, his relationship with his Father, with his two daughters, and his relationship with himself - which turns to be the most captivating of all.