Big Fat Disappointment
(The cover on my book is prettier, actually. Which horrifies me now because that means there are multiple prints of it.)
That's Not In My American History Textbook by Thomas Ayres
There are times when I am in a used bookstore and pick up a book that looks excellent and it turns out to be excellent. And I get sad thinking of how there are probably only 2,000 other copies and that the general public is missing out big time.
This was what I was thinking when I picked up That's Not In My American History Book by Thomas Ayres. At first glance, it seems exactly the kind of book I love. A let’s set the record straight kind of deal where the author lets us know exactly what did happen.
In theory, this is awesome. I would write a book like this. And it’s too bad I didn’t, because I probably would have enjoyed it more if I had (because I am a critically acclaimed author and all). Not only were the articles (I will call them articles because each factoid was sectioned off and at most was 5 pages long) repetitive, but the tone was like a step-right-up circus tale. Horrible. I wanted to continue reading, but I cannot. There are far too many books on my to-read shelf to waste any more time on this thing. Perhaps someday I will write a better version, but until then, America’s children will continue thinking Paul Revere rode around on a horse and warned people about the British and not knowing women fought in the Revolutionary war. Sadsies.
This was what I was thinking when I picked up That's Not In My American History Book by Thomas Ayres. At first glance, it seems exactly the kind of book I love. A let’s set the record straight kind of deal where the author lets us know exactly what did happen.
In theory, this is awesome. I would write a book like this. And it’s too bad I didn’t, because I probably would have enjoyed it more if I had (because I am a critically acclaimed author and all). Not only were the articles (I will call them articles because each factoid was sectioned off and at most was 5 pages long) repetitive, but the tone was like a step-right-up circus tale. Horrible. I wanted to continue reading, but I cannot. There are far too many books on my to-read shelf to waste any more time on this thing. Perhaps someday I will write a better version, but until then, America’s children will continue thinking Paul Revere rode around on a horse and warned people about the British and not knowing women fought in the Revolutionary war. Sadsies.
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