The author described, in a refreshing and candid way, his travels through Europe. His escapades, though, are interwoven with family conflicts, which often range from frustration to downright heart breaking scenes. I actually found myself taking sides, (always the author’s side). His writing is so casual, that you get the feeling that just the two of you are having an intimate conversation, sitting at some cafe’ in Venice, while looking over the rows of ornate bridges, covered with tourists crossing in slow motion .
Not only does the author describe the everyday conflicts within his family, which I’m sure most of us can identify with, but his timing for situation comedy is absolutely perfect. So perfect that it often comes like a welcoming breath of fresh air. That’s when I just have to lay the book down, and bark a loud HAH! Then a couple of GUFAAW GUFAAW…followed up by a series of giggling fits.
…(Sorry about that dear Hubby . I know, I know─ I hah-hahedat the ungodly hour of 2:00 AM). …
Now picture this… Hubby shooting up in an upright position, screaming; “What was that!” as he tears off his sleep apnea mask, tosses it across the room and spins his head toward me with an expression of pure alarm on his face. — Jeez, he’s never the least bit interested in finding out why I was sputtering like a tea kettle. And when I tried to explain what was so funny, he actually grabbed all our pillows, ( we have a lot of them), and within the speed of light, pounded them with clenched fists into shape, and built, within seconds, a bomb proof fortress around his head. — Now he not only sleeps with a mask covering his face, but when I read in bed, he inserts into his ears huge orange plugs, with little metal rings dangling down on the outside. Okay, just between you and me, he looks like a robot laid out on a counter shelf waiting to be repaired… but, hey, we’re both happy.
Moving right along…..
On the critical side: the book, US, may not be interesting for art museum haters. He reveals some of the greatest artistic masterpieces from Paris, Amsterdam, Munich to Venice. If you aren’t familiar with at least some of the works, it could become mundane, reading the lists of paintings and his interpretations. But for me, since History of Art was one of my majors, it was as if I were dipping into an old attic trunk pulling out long forgotten items that I loved.
This isn’t the first book that I’ve read by David Nicholls. I also read One Day, which I liked so much that I decided to buy a second book. I find his English humor is right up my alley. Maybe yours too? Have you read any of his books? What did you think?
Coming up next! The Pumpkin Girl …a short,
but harrowing Halloween story
by yours truly…me. 🙂