I love a good travel journal. From what I read on the jacket flap, I believe that I'm going to love this one.

Initially, I was disappointed with this book. I was expecting a good travelogue similar to Monkey Dancing. This book was more about the author's personal history than it was about the three weeks of traveling with his brother referred to in the title. I was about halfway through the book and was seriously debating whether or not to put this one down. I wasn't dreading reading this, but I wasn't enjoying it, either. I decided to forge on ahead and finish it. I'm glad I did.

When I first started reading the book I was struck by how much of a whiner the author appeared to be. He was constantly saying things like "My parents were horrible to me" or "My childhood sucked" or other similar comments. I wanted to hear more about the travel to exotic locations, not about his growing up as a middle child in Sacramento. But at about the midway point in the book, an event took place that actually got my interest, so I finished reading it. The second half of the book really grabs your attention and never lets go, though it is terribly sad to read. Be prepared for an emotional rollercoaster if you read this one.

Giving this to one of my co-workers to read.