I found Malcolm Gladwell plugging the book. He says that given the amount of time we devote to weighing different futures in our heads in an attempt to be happy,
why we are so terrible at something that would seem to be so extraordinarily important?
In making his case, Gilbert walks us through a series of fascinating--and in some ways troubling--facts about the way our minds work. In particular, Gilbert is interested in delineating the shortcomings of imagination. We're far too accepting of the conclusions of our imaginations. Our imaginations aren't particularly imaginative. Our imaginations are really bad at telling us how we will think when the future finally comes. And our personal experiences aren't nearly as good at correcting these errors as we might think.
Gladwell calls the book a psychological detective story about one of life's great mysteries. And he and Chris Anderson at TEDblog both call Daniel Gilbert a gifted and funny writer.
I'll just call the book sold.