Picked this up a few days ago looking for March, by Gwendolyn Brooks for our in-house club, and Staceyann Chin's autobio, The Other Side of Paradise for my poets who joined me in Bryant Park last Thurs.
I laughed at least once every other page, I mean lol, style and I thought I could use a break from these other heady reads.
Also picked up Kick the Balls, by this Scotsman, living in California dealing with a bit of culture shock and coaching the "Bad News Bears" of soccer. Promises to be a bit rauncy and definitely a good laugh like Scheft's self-help paradoy jaunt.
5-24-09
210--"There is no hero like a bargain hero."
Finished on the way to Rhode Island for a few days. I don't know if I lost the thread having set it aside for a few weeks, or I'm not liking the Yankees--EVER--but all that crap about Jeter just didn't fit. I mean, the main characters are FROM Boston, and the Red Sox are only vaguely referred to. Yet, after a turn of events, Phil is interviewing the Yankees!!!??? Oh, and if this book had only come out a few months later, Scheft would've KNOWN that the Sox WON the WORLD SERIES that year!!!! Huge MISSED OPPORTUNITY here for the opposition?!?
Yet, not only for this reason, I thought the book could have cut 20-30 pages. Though they were a bit entertaining, they seemed forced, out of the blue and so AGAINST the character.
Great family comi-drama, with some witty tidbits and definitely great characters, but I kept feeling that Phil was closer to being cured at page 180 and again at 218.