Every now and then I hit a book like this one. It sounds like a lighthearted, fun, travelogue of sorts with a well known/humorous/"celebrity" author Cash Peters. It managed to make me laugh out loud every 100 pages or so, which left stretches of 99 pages where I wanted to just give up on it. It also had my personal kiss of death, copious use of footnotes for no reason. I HATE to be drawn down to microscopic print at the bottom of the page in the middle of a tale for no reason at all, let alone 2-3 times in as many sentences. Like I said there are a few truly funny comments and observations, but too few to carry this mess of a book. Not Recommended.
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