Motorcycle Diaries

After crawling out from under the weight of all four Twilight books, I decided to pick something from my bookcase that I really really wanted to read.

I settled on The Motorcycle Diaries, Che Guevara's famous (infamous?) journal recounting a trip he took through South America at the age of 23/24.

Despite the fact that I am Che-obsessed and the fact that this book has been sitting on my shelf for two years, I'd never cracked the spine. I decided it was time.

Besides, it's just a slim little book. Easy reading, I thought.

Not exactly. It took me three weeks to read 175 pages. Not quite as engaging as I had hoped.

This was probably because I had some pretty high hopes. Motorcycle Diaries the movie had been so engaging. Now that I've read the original book, I'm left wondering how in the world they ever made such a fun film from this drab account.

Or maybe I'm remembering the film all wrong. Maybe I let my feelings for Gael Garcia Bernal, the actor who played Che, cloud my judgment there. He is quite a little hottie.

Anyway, back to the book. Sure, it had its moments.

Like this line, which I highlighted and starred:

"All this wandering around 'Our America with a capital A' has changed me more than I thought."

To that I had only one thing to say:

Amen.