Thursday, October 09, 2008
Gad, a book review? Surely not!
It's like this. I saw this book at the airport bookshop on one of my many trips to Invercargill. At the time I decided I would finish the book I already had and would buy Don't tell mum etc next trip. Well, couldn't find it next trip or the one after that so eventually put the idea to the back of my mind.
When up in Auckland recently I saw it in a shop there and nabbed it. I couldn't NOT read a book with a title like this, even tho' its not really the sort of travel adventure book I would read. I'm not sure there are ANY travel adventure books I would read. I am too lazy and prefer the DVD, the visual events.
So, I started reading the book on the plane on the way home from Auckland to Christchurch and thoroughly enjoyed the start. It is a "larikins" book really. Full of funny fart jokes and boy-speak but there are some rather insighful passages which made the overal experience worthwhile. I would have liked to hear more about how things went with his dad, but I'm nosy that way.
Don't get me wrong, this won't win any prizes for its language or plot, and its more like a sit down with a mate who is just back from an OE and you've had a beer or three and he's telling you abouot the trip. But some days thats what you need. Some days, you want a good read for the train or plane, and if you're really lucky a charming handsome fella next to you (or felless if you prefer) might strike up a conversation about it and thus add a bonus to your trip!