When it comes to memoirs, what's most interesting to me is reading something I don't know anything about.
I COULD NOT KNOW LESS about motorcycling or Iceland, so that in itself was a good start.
I read through this adventure very fast, because all along the author wrote in a way that was easy to visualize; there was less time spent analyzing each feeling or reflecting on one moment for pages and pages, but a lot more time spent taking you from one location to the next.
And I loved that.
I also loved that the frustration of set-backs, the horrors of nature, the wonders of nature, and the simple joys of a rare full meal were all touched upon and described in a vivid way.
One thing I found hilarious and shocking was the way Icelandic sheep behave. I won't give away the surprise, but I never would've thought that in a million years!
Overall, I feel like I lived vicariously through an actual motorcycle trip, even though I'm deathly afraid to ever ride one.
I will definitely pick up the author's next installment about motorcycling through Turkey when it comes out, and I really recommend this first one.
(reviewed the day of purchase)