I initially read this book in order to prepare for Zadie Smith's On Beauty, but I gotta say, E.M. Forster is among the best authors to write about feelings. There's always a tremulously delicate nature to his prose, reinforced by his themes on family and kindness. In his world, callousness and callowness are knee-jerk reactions that keep us all from generating empathy for each other. "Only connect..." seems like an easy thing to do, except when it isn't.