This book is an absolute piece of trash. Not only is it far less than insightful or even entertaining to anyone who knows about or has a flirting interest in beer, but it does nothing to inform readers new to the subject either. The author confesses at the begining of the book that he has next to no beer knowledge and so embarks on this quest to gain some. Although he claims to be traveling down the Mississippi, he jumps around the continent as he so pleases, with no real agenda in mind. He obtains no knowledge outside of cheesy "beer world" slang: "I noticed that Keith was drinking a stout and so immediately pegged him as a Malt Man. I confessed to him that I myself was a Hop Head, but tried his suggestion anyway." Shoot me. Not only this, but the reader is constantly referenced back to the pages he or she has just read, not being trusted to absorb the knowledge on their own. This is not suprising, as the author himself seems unable to retain anything that he is told or explained. Much less time is spent exploring beer than is spent exploring the people of various towns, all of whom are so boring and nondescript that they don't even warrant mentioning. But without them, the book would be about 30 pages long.
It's true, I did not finish this book, but I can't think of a way anyone possibly could short of a labotomy. In the spirit of the author, I skipped around the end of the book, hoping to find that Wells had learned to write or - at very least - learned something about his subject. But no, around page 300 he is still insulting in his lack of knowledge or even initiative to seek out some information on his own, attending a mead festival without even knowing what mead is. Way to go, asshole.