by Carol Livingston
There aren't many travelogues about Cambodia, so it is a pity that this one is so poorly written. It rambles on and on, as journalists tend to do when writing books, and that parts of the book are about writing the book itself does not add to its charm. What's more, this writer persistently uses "and I" when it ought to be "and me", which makes me wonder if even the editor read it all. One for the resale bag, or even the trash.