It's like rancid ice cream coated with honey and molasses and then sucked through a full pixie stick.
If I were stitting in a doctor's waiting room and wanted to flip through something which was very light and full of pictures, I might pick up something like this book.
If you want to learn how a self-proclaimed Alabama red-neck saw the light and became a liberal editor for the New York Times, it's your nickel.
And, of course, Gus ends up finding his meaning in the eyes of some backwoods hippie chick and has a religious experience (if you can call it that) while walking home from a long, incredibly drawn out trip down a river following a fish on his line.
When the reader is hoping for the "hero" to die your book sucks.
I gave this as a gift & he said the inside is upside down to the cover.
I'm completely confused why this book gets good reviews. It's not even a good picture book.
At this rate we'll never die.
And the writing is over-caffeinated, to put it mildly.
This book is NOT about flyfishing.