Reading has not exactly been my strong point over the last couple of years but with my mind increasingly clear and able to focus I hope 2017 will be the year of getting back into it.
So I started simple with something that did not involve too much thought in terms of uncommon words, phrases or other works and after a while of browsing the shelves The Motorcycle Diaries was the one I opted for.
But let us be honest this is a surprisingly dry book where there could be so many witty moments or really interesting anecdotes. I cannot imagine setting off on such a trip and mainly writing about a motorcycle, poor asthma and a lack of mate instead of more about the events and the people.
There are moments on the cultures that are encountered and the odd particular person but on the whole the entire book lacks that really interesting element and that causes me such frustration. Near the end there is a moment where he dwells on the lack of companion Alberto but does not explain where he has disappeared to and it seems a rather bizzare thing to not jot down when the very last sentence of the previous section mentioned he helped with an injection of adrenalin.
I get that people make such simple notes on their travels and go about sharing experiences and memories with others by word of mouth but for such a long journey to focus on such mundane things instead of paying attention to the positive rather shows his mindset at the time I feel.
This is the sort of book that is usually the easiest and most enjoyable for me to read but it was not; it was drab and lack lustre. I cannot recommend it for anybody and especially not as somebody trying to get back into reading and re-discovering the love of a good book.
It is a miracle that this book made its way to my Goodreads “read” shelf.