Those first 24 pages desperately need a trigger warning for depression/anxiety/suicide, and I am not saying this lightly. Reading about Nora's day before entering the midnight library is almost physically painful. 

I happened to read Midnight Library right after The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck (trying to catch up on my most recommended books), and the key takeaways match up nicely. Unfortunately my rather strong dislike of repetition tempered my enjoyment of this second bout with (what amounts to) stoicism/buddhism. I’m also a bit allergic to attempts of explaining magic and the metaphysical with Schrödinger's cat and many worlds, but that’s probably just me. The concept is really cool and I like happy endings, even and especially if they veer into the saccharine. I just wish the book had been more novel and less self-help/philosophy 101 — simply because its concept was so promising.