I'd have thought a book like this would be just the ticket for my interests. Unfortunately, for a number of reasons I cannot entirely put my finger on, I just found it a chore to get through. Admittedly, there are some good parts - a few stories, legends or conspiracies I found kind of cool. But these were scant against the higher number of boring aspects.
For starters, I couldn't care less about buried treasure (or, if I were an American, I "could" care less, which to my ears sounds the exact opposite of what it's supposed to convey, but I digress). I also found the section that dealt with ghost stories to be curiously unscary. Like, go back further to similar books by Australian writers such as John Pinkney, and you'll see that even a broader-appealing, less genre-specific exploration into earthbound spirits can still be perfectly spooky to a seasoned reader of the subject. This book wasn't. It was literally all "clanking chains" and comically floating, ethereal bodies like something out of Scooby Doo. That just ain't gonna cut it, mate.
Finally (and, as I always say in the case of an audio book, this is not the author's fault exactly, but still ...) the narrator kind of grated on me. He was all wrong for this project. It's not like he had a stuttering problem, or couldn't speak fucking English, or kept screaming obscenities hither and thither or any overtly obvious thing like that. Rather, it was that he seemed to think anyone who picked up this book was intending only to titter and giggle at the absurdity within. I don't know if it was just his accent (I could not quite decide whether it was Australian or Kiwi), but to me it just sounded like he found the whole thing so unbelievable that he teetered on the edge of lolling most of the time. Then, he also had an annoying habit of ending the final clause of a sentence in a lower, barely discernible voice. Too many times was I like, "Eh?" before taking my eyes off the road, rewinding the CD a few seconds, and only narrowly avoiding becoming an unwitting agent of roadside population control.
Oh, and there are too many long-winded quotations of silly folk songs. They weren't funny or endearing or necessary to include in their multiple-page entirety. Unless you are J.R.R. Tolkien, don't you dare pull that shit on your readers. Hell, even when that legend does it (let's be honest with ourselves), it does soon grow old and irritating. Effing, I swear Return of the King was 20% a Middle Earth karaoke party.