You should read this lovely book. Seamlessly slipping across genre boundaries, it is a memoir about family life, disguised as a travel book, that reads like a novel. It is about all the big things in life - family, identity, love and death. But the travel book structure enables it to escape from the usual formulas. It doesn't need the 'big plot', the inevitable 'twist'. It just unfolds effortlessly, and its very refreshing.
The book is laugh-out-loud funny in several places. My absolute favourite was the puff adders and the slippers in bed. Anyone with kids will relate to to this.
The book has a serious side, too. I would normally put a book down if the back cover said that it followed the process of somebody dying of cancer... I'm too easily upset by that sort of thing. But I went along with this one, and I'm glad I did. Yes, the death of the author's father - Sir David Hatch - was very sad, and yes it made me cry, but what came through most was the warmth within that family. The book is full of energy and fun and optimism and life, and saying goodbye to the father is an inextricable part of that life.
The book reminds me of Nick Hornby, David Nicholls, and Tony Parsons' wonderful "Man and Boy", but it is not derivative of these. It is completely original, deserving to be read for its own unique qualities. Somehow, the cross-genre aspect frees it up to be all about the characters. So, although on the face of it, it's about the journey round Britain, the places the family visits, it is actually a love story about these wonderful characters; David, Dinah and the gorgeous Phoebe and Charlie.