Well, the first 61 pages of (by William Kamkwamba and Bryan Mealer) weren't as bad as I thought they'd be. The book
is the story of an African boy growing up in an African village. Eventually, I assume, he does something with the wind.
The book was a 2009 Christmas present—that's how far behind I am on my unread shelf—and IMHO illustrates the problem of books as gifts. How can I assume what someone else may want to read? I much prefer what we do here. We talk about books; if something interests me, I'm free to chase it down. Or not.
Anyway, this particular book had some good things in those first 61 pages. Bottom line though is that it's simply not about anything that interests me. Still, I think I'll hang onto it and add it to my newest and growing category of unread books, those I hope to return to someday and finish.
