When i first picked this up, I thought this one was a female writer:

Poetic, but…

The story: LL is a young man of just over twenty, when he steps out of his door and decides to walk to London. He then stays there for a year, works in construction and meets a girl. After that, he decides to walk around in Spain for a while. He has to leave the country when the civil war starts, but he eventually returns in 1937, by way of hiking through the Pyrenees.

The book is okay. LL’s first love is poetry, and his style is rather ornate. The book isn’t that big, and you would probably expect something exciting out of it, but actually it is a bit boring. Sure, some of his encounters with women are interesting to read, but it is not exactly overwhelming. I don’t know why I didn’t like this book. I usually enjoy reading personal stories, but this one just didn’t do it for me.

Maybe LL was trying too hard to sound poetic? Or was it the ugly cover that ruined it?

5/10.