Look, Play These Hands With Me is the best argument I've read against trying to be everybody's friend. Reese, Terence makes the case that deep friendship needs time, honesty, and a little bit of inconvenience, and that our "wide but shallow" social lives leave us oddly empty. The chapter on showing up for hard moments hit hard, especially the story of a man who drove six hours to sit in a hospital waiting room without saying much. The back third gets repetitive. For anybody who wants closer, realer friendships. Skip it if you're looking for networking tips.
Very instructive and chrystal clear. Although one suspects that some hands have been composed, the overall feeling one gets is admiration for the imaginative powers of a great player. Sadly I have read many books on bridge but always fail to take pause and try to reconstruct the unseen hands. But of course I realize that talents like Reese's are quite exceptional and must not be begrudged.