Okay, the night we were stuck in New York at JFK, I couldn’t really sleep. The book store opened at about 5 or 6 in the morning and I bought a book to stave off the insane boredom I’d been experiencing (which led to the taking of about 100 pictures of nothing and everything).
I’m sometimes nervous to just pick out a book, not knowing anything about it. I found myself chuckling at the book cover of The Daydreamer by Ian McEwan. Whoever says, “Don’t judge a book by its cover” would be very disappointed in me. I bought the book.
It’s about this boy, growing up in England, who has a great imagination and who daydreams. If you weren’t a daydreamer growing up (I definitely was one), I still think you’d get a good laugh from this book. I don’t normally like to recommend books, but this one is clean and funny and the writer’s style is witty and smart. He has even me, at times, wondering what’s real and what isn’t (you’ll understand this when you read about Soapy Sam). It really brought back a lot of memories of my own childhood games and dreams.
I can normally finish a 300-400 page book in a few days -even sooner if I’m really into it, but this one was such a short book (only 160 pages) and I enjoyed reading it so much, that I dragged it out as much as possible -savoring it.
So if you’re in the mood for a good easy read, try this one out. If you hate it though, don’t be mad at me -everyone’s taste is different.
If you were a daydreamer as a child (or even still) I think you’ll love it, but even if you weren’t one I think you’ll enjoy reading this book -and it may give you some insight into the bizarre and creative minds of those you know who were, or still are, daydreamers.