This book is a third sequel to a book of established writers’ travel horror stories. Here, amateur writers share their travel woes. It is, clearly, an attempt to milk a cash cow. While the writing is adequate (certainly not great), it’s the content of the stories that really makes this a useless anthology. They’re the quality of story you might tell your friends at dinner, but are in no way deserving of publication.
Examples include: I was on a plane that was delayed; I couldn’t find my car after the Super Bowl; we rented a boat and wrecked it; the service at this restaurant in England was very slow; we went to a hotel and damned if it wasn’t a fairly shabby hotel; we ate some food and got sick. There are a few stories as interesting as, say, getting hurt and experiencing Vietnam’s standard of hospital care. But mostly this is very dull, and pretty close to worthless.