The reason why I read this book was because I'd heard about what a really good literary classic that-
Eh, who am I kidding? I read it because I saw Francis Ford Coppola's classic Apocalypse Now. As did most of you who've read the book I'm sure.
I wanna start the review by saying this (because it might get confusing later on in the review): I really liked the book. I really did.
Now that I've said that I can start my review. Okay, so this book has perhaps one of the greatest ways of depicting poverty that I have ever read. It really makes you feel like throwing up sometimes. I read this book maybe one or two years ago and I can still vividly picture the gruesome intensity and it's not easy to read.
However, the book is a little strange. When I say it's not easy to read, I mean it in two ways. One, as I already described it earlier and two, it has such a varying pace that you get a little bored sometimes, despite the fact that it's a very short book. I'll admit that I couldn't even read this short thing in one sitting. I just...didn't feel like. And don't tell me that I only like thrillers, that's not true. I like a lot of books that detail the hell out of things, but as long as the amount of detail given by the author remains consistent, or is at least in tune with the pace of the story.
If I didn't know it was a true story, I might not have given it 4 stars. It woulda just been 3. The reason I can give it 4 is because it's written like an account of something that the guy has experienced and there's a certain realism to that. Maybe if he'd just written it without changing to characters and made it into a perfect autobiography, it might've been interesting but I'd rather not comment.