Random meanderings about the books I love—or don't.
Interspersed with observations about my hobbies: Beer & Wine, Bridge, Bikes and Bow-wows.
This is probably a funny book.
But at 50 pages in, I decided I just couldn't force myself to read 175 more pages of a single joke.
The whole world needs satires about the "War on Terror", and I love that Porup wrote it, but I couldn't face another line comparing America's obesity problem (real) to it's terrorism problem (still real, but in fact a much smaller problem).