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The Price of Everything starts with a simple premise: there is a price behind each choice that we make, whether we're deciding to have a baby, drive a car, or buy a book. We often fail to appreciate just how critical prices are as motivating forces shaping our lives. But their power becomes clear when distorted prices steer our decisions the wrong way.
Eduardo Porter uncovers the true story behind the prices we pay and reveals what those prices are actually telling us. He takes us on a global economic adventure, from comparing the relative prices of a vote in corrupt São Tomé and in the ostensibly aboveboard United States to assessing the cost of happiness in Bhutan to deducing the dollar value we assign to human life. His unique approach helps explain
• Why polygamous societies actually place a higher value on women than monogamous ones
• Why someone may find more value in a $14 million license plate than in the standard-issue $95 one
• Why some government agencies believe one year of life for a senior citizen is four times more valuable than that of a younger person.
Porter weaves together the constant-and often unconscious-cost and value assessments we all make every day. While exploring the fascinating story behind the price of everything from marriage and death to mattresses and horsemeat, Porter draws unexpected connections that bridge a wide range of disciplines and cultures. The result is a cogent and insightful narrative about how the world really works.
287 pages, Paperback
First published March 7, 1995

Overall, I think Porter does a good job of exploring most of his topics. He gives one a lot to think about, and it is interesting. However, his writing is sometimes disorganized (often, I wasn't sure where he was going or how he got where he was), though I'm not sure how much of that can be attributed to his skill as a writer and how much any writer would have had the same difficulty in writing with coherence about, well, everything. Finally, I found much of the book to be a bit depressing (of course, I did not factor this into my rating, as I chose to read about the subject). So often, especially toward the end of the book, I found myself cringing at the reality presented--not because I didn't agree with the it, but because I did.