This guy resonates with me. Maybe its cause he was a sociologist (a focus in information retrieval!) and really picks at the lives of people... not necessarily their personalities, but their tendencies in their routines, how their minds work, and records every detail of the things that they have. I guess those things can say a lot about us. This is his first novel and it's somewhat sad...more so melancholy because it's as if you are watching this couple strive for happiness in the way that is so meaningless, which is through old 'valuable' things, appearance, experiences, freedom, but for the most part fantasizing of getting rich the easy way to have this ideal lifestyle. They never do get rich, but they never go hungry or homeless either. They know they can only have money if they give up their freedom to the grind, but they consistently give up the stable income because they feel suffocated and constrained.

What's sad is that these characters remind me somewhat of the routines that I have.. I can't give up my books, my coffee, and itch to get away and not be a part of the rat race. Yep it's that damn bohemian way of life... which sucks and I hate to use that damn word, but I think that's what a big part of our generation is.. well at least for the ones that decide not to rush in and get married, be corporate, and have babies in suburban neighborhoods. But I think it is meaningless when it becomes an endless routine and you don't have good friends, love what you do, or don't contribute anything to society. I think that this couple are merely wanderers..seeking happiness amongst things and nothing else. That is what's sad.

Yea... not a childrens book for once.