A deeply thought-provoking book, although at times I find it a little uneven. Some chapters/cities are remarkably poignant and stick with me long after reading them, while others feel like pseudo-philosophy and ruminating for the sake of rumination. A few of them seem a bit repetitive, like Calvino was still trying to work out the best way to convey his ideas. I am left feeling like I read something deep and profound but only grasped a tiny bit of it. The writing is lyrical, with beautiful dream-like imagery; Calvino has a wonderful imagination. My favourites are probably the one where the men build a city to trap a dreamt of woman and the one where everyone in the city is a stranger.