I can't believe I bothered to finish this book. But havingalready shelled out [the money], I felt compelled to see it through to the bitter end. The author's writing style and vocabulary are abysmal. He describes every anchorage with nearly the same verbage - "...one of the prettiest stops we'd made yet. The lagoon is a brilliant blue/green with soft white sand beaches...". The author's analogies and similies sound like second grade poetry. Regardless of why you read books on sailing and cruising, do yourself a favor - skip this one. Instead, go to the library and check out one of Buckley's sailing journals or the like. You'll be glad you did...