Thomas Fuh Fuh من عند Peşteana Vulcan, رومانيا
This book was somewhat interesting but never turned into one of those gotta-read-it page turners for me. It was breezy and well written, but some of the literary parts I couldn't help but feel were somewhat juvenile for the subject material that was being covered.
Yawn. "I was poor, I bought my mother a house free and clear for her to live in after I let her live in heartbreaking poverty while I traipsed around the world, I am so great! Did I mention that I was really, really poor?" The memoir is one of my favorite genres, but this one left me cold. He writes like a local color journalist, with too much "aw shucks" folksiness, with no story line. He kept reiterating how poor he was rather than letting the stories speak for themselves. I read it to the bitter end, when I felt that he should have broken his arm from patting himself on the back. Yawn.