I've been reading Elizabeth Kolbert's
Field Notes From a Catastrophe, because I really liked the original series of New Yorker articles it was based on. The book is fantastic. It's wonderfully written (although i would have liked more maps and charts), evocative, and although it's obviously trying to drive home the point that climate change is real, and terrifying, it does so in a subtle way.
The problem is that it's very slow going. I can only read about 5 or 6 pages before I have to put the book down and clutch my head, pondering the fact that humans may well be totally fucked. Seriously, we're so doomed. I contempate the death of our civilization for a few minutes before I pick up the book and start again where I left off. Read, pause, think about doom, repeat.
(Do I really think we're doomed? Not really, or I would be trying to make vast amounts of money and enjoy the last days of hedonism before the sea eats New York. These days I'd say it's about 50/50 doom/hope.)
Anyway, read the book. It's really good.