I read this book over such a long period that during the first couple of chapters I was in essence a "Christian", but by its end I was more of a Neo-Platonist/stoic-deist? Funnily enough Augustine spends a fair chunk of the book criticizing and attacking such beliefs, I don't think I've ever been convinced of an idea by a criticism of it, but there's a first time for everything,

Augustine has some fantastic insights, especially during the first half of the book, and interesting theological questions mixed with reflective life stories turn out to be quite a nice mix. Like many other readers have echoed, the uncanny thing about reading The Confessions is how much it can make you relate or sympathise with a man who's been dead for almost 1700 years.

That's really what I'm after these days, not so much complicated questions of life or existential rabbit holes, but rather a fascinating glimpse into the brain of a human from a time and culture thats long since passed and gone.