This book is a classic, and I can understand why. While I read it, I saw how much the book has influenced humorous writing introducing side stories, anecdotes, and general rambling as part of the storytelling. That said, this book wasn’t for me. Not a bit. Maybe it was the jovial way it went on without any meat for me to chew or maybe it was just the subject. As a book, there was nothing wrong with it. It had some good moments like with the killing of the cat scene, but overall it didn’t rock the boat, and I like when books rock the boat.
The book’s foreword warned me that the book has no hidden meanings, that it is safe to read for everyone despite their status, opinions, and so forth. It was just that. Safe. As I am a seeker of meaning and opinions, there is nothing I can say about the book. The only thing I can honestly say is: Read the book if you want to feel like you are on a Sunday stroll with occasional interruptions from wacky relatives and friends.