It’s not exactly a memoir, nor is it a travel book.  It’s painfully part autobiography, but also brutally honest.

I found this book to be uneven and ultimately disappointing, but it was an interesting read. This isn’t the story I thought it was going to be. Instead of really being about traveling, it was about his exploration of the paranormal. 

Less of a travelogue per se, it is more of a personal discovery of the self. It’s about the journey and not the destination.

Travels, Michael Crichton