I think this was a very disappointing book. I don't recommend it. Sorry for those that liked it, I didn't. I guess I just couldn't relate and I didn't feel sorry for the grouchy old man in a wheelchair that was writing it. He just couldn't get over his rant on society and hippies specifically. Even if he was right it was still overkill. And his Victorian Grandmother coming out West was just snobby.
The last paragraph was nice but that is the only thing positive I have to say.
Broken, healing book