I’m not quite the parrothead I one day aspire to be, but even so, I still couldn’t help thinking how full of himself Jimmy Buffet is. The entire book is like a tribute to himself and all of the things he’s been privilege to (almost all material things). He talked way too much about all of the planes he’s purchased and went on to describe minute details of his flights (i.e., I did a safety check before taking my seat in the pilot’s chair). This was another case where I just couldn’t relate to anything I was reading. I think only the die-hard fan could appreciate this book and that’s just because he’s crazed in his obsession of Mr.Buffett.
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