This novel is the closest I ever want to get to a self help book (I think I said that about Eat, Pray, Love as well). Or God. A friend let me borrow it right before my 'NYC Blizzard Trip 2010!'. I have mixed feelings about this book so bear with me through this entry if I contradict myself.
It is a memoir-type book. Donald who is telling his story on how he learned to tell a good story by living a good story. He goes on many adventures and lives a very interesting life. Some adventures included a hike up Machu Picchu (though it was to impress a girl, but hell, he gets the girl), and a cross country bike ride. These are 2 things I thought about one time or another in the back of my mind. I admire him for doing all the great things that he did. And he brought up many good points on how to live life. All great things! But I still didn't like him.
Maybe it was because I didn't like the way he wrote. Maybe because he didn't really live a tragic, crazy life. Or maybe because of all the bible and God references he made. But a lot of the stuff became redundant. And, like the author of Eat, Pray, Love, he got whiny and preachy. He also got me asking myself if I lived a meaningful life (I'm still not sure about my answer).
I'm glad I finished it though.
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