  Okay, so this is a bad first blog on two counts. One, I haven't finished the book, and two, it isn't very mainstream popular... But, regardless. So, the reason I began reading this book started with a trip to Europe. I met this fellow in Brugue, Belgium who was a thirty-something travelling through Europe after quitting his job and striking out to find his passion in life. This book, he told me, was what changed his life and his priorities. Of course, I had to read it...
He did warn me though that Henry Miller was a bit chauvenistic throughout... On that one point he didn't really let me down. However, halfway through, I've yet to have the inspiration strike. So I'm wondering... is this a gender gap difference? I like the writing, and the tone is oddly addicting, and yet, I can't finish... 
