A book I just finished reading:
Worship of money was an old-world trait; a healthy appetite akin to worship of the Gods, or to worship of power in any concrete shape; but the American wasted money more recklessly than any one than anyone ever did before; he spent more to less purpose than any extravagant court-aristocracy; he had no sense of relative values, and knew not what to do with his money when he got it, except use it to make more, or throw it away...The American mind had less respect for money than the European or Asian mind, and bore its loss more easily; but it had been deflected by its pursuit till it could turn in no other direction. It shunned, distrusted, disliked, the dangerous attraction of ideals, and stood alone in history for its ignorance of the past.
I liked this book, but found the last hundred pages hard to get through. An autobiography written in the third person, Adams details his lifelong quest for the education he felt he did not get in school ( A schoolmaster is memorably defined as "a man employed to tell lies to little boys.").
If more people read this book, my post-collegiate decisions would not be so inscrutable to so many; self interest compels me thus to recommend it.