In 2024, the year that I’m writing this and, incidentally, the year that I read this book, I turn 42 years old. Anyone who knows me probably wouldn’t be surprised to learn that I would love to explore the galaxy. Since I’m not an astronaut and because humans haven’t really found a way to get around the galaxy in person within said person’s lifetime, I’m relegated to learning about our galaxy through the wondrous world of photographs. This book, I found, has little in the way of photographs. None, to be precise. So I must rely on this Guide, a towel, and the prose of its author to be my… well… guide.