The Perfect Stranger Book

This book is highly overrated. It is a simple memoir and not overly groundbreaking or emotive; not a transformative work of literature or a revolution of writing as declared by some of my favourite writers.

I bought this assuming it was going to slip into the vacant slot of my trinity of writing- on writing- Joyce's Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man and Woolf's Room of One's Own. I feel I commuted act of blasphemy in that assumption.

However I did learn one valuable point from it; the correlation between increasing good luck as to how one looks/sounds. The old boys make luck for a white floppy haired male with the right English accent!