My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I was pleasantly surprised by this book. I didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as I did.
Which probably sounds kinda dumb, seeing as I deliberately picked it as #13 on my 2017 reading challenge. It’s not like a dear friend gave it to me for my birthday and I felt obligated to read it; I picked this book that involves travel out of approximately one bonkzillion other books that involve travel that I could have picked instead.
Still, I was expecting a very chick-lit bit of top-skimming self-discovery with some romantic sunsets and sightseeing thrown in, and not much else. It is chick lit, sure, and that’s all right. There’s a nice and very real and sometimes funny love story, which I appreciated partly because I married a hot guy I met in a bar, and what’s so wrong with that? Then there is the whole amazing feat of crossing the Pacific Ocean in a 32-foot sailboat when you’re terrified of water, and the personal growth and triumph that come with that. There’s also a lot of sailing, which the author made both educational and entertaining, and various bits about various places that made me want to visit all of them. It’s not Steinbeck, but the writing is competent and the voice is engaging and the characters (real people; this is a memoir) are likable. The whole thing combined into a light but satisfying read that I had a hard time putting down. Like a huge salad, I guess: good, and good for me.
Highly recommended as a beach read, for obvious reasons. I want to run away to Tonga now.
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