This book was a real disappointment. I bought it thinking I was going to find out about an adventure in Spain, but the fact is the writing is quite amateur, self-important, and at times, just downright offensive.
I have to agree with the reviewer who states that this is not truly a book about Spain but more a book about the author. Furthermore, it is in its essence three stories: one is about biking, another is about the people and places observed along the way, and the third is about history of the places. Too much of the writing, however, is ultimately about the writer.
The historical bits are sometimes interesting, and the tempo picks up in those sections, because the writing is more genuine. Sadly, the other parts are not terribly well-written and at times childish. Finally, they reveal a good deal about the writer, but what is brought to light isn't terribly flattering.
There are repeated incidents where the writer observes OAPs on holiday and refers to them as "the rinse brigade" or "fossils", as if all readers accept as common knowledge that the elderly are useless and that we are all judged by how young we are. Perhaps it's just me but I don't see why exactly this is supposed to be funny or entertaining, and I'm in my thirties, so I don't say this because she's referring to people like me.
She also goes off at one point about how a group of older women clearly have lost touch with fashion, all wearing black. She goes on for some time about it. As a child of parents from Sicily, I have to say, has she ever heard of tradition? These women aren't out of touch. They are widows, who dress in black because this is part of their tradition.
However, tradition is something Polly clearly forgot to research. Throughout the book, she rants and complains about one thing or another. One example is the fact that dinner isn't served until at least 9pm in Spain. That is life in Spain. Just accept it and move on. Complaining about something so basic is not interesting to read about. It's ground-level writing, making observations that offer no real insight. If she had taken the time to research the culture a bit before heading to San Sebastian, Polly might have saved herself six weeks on a bike and the rest of us a very disappointing read.
Lastly, Ms. Evans observations about many places she sees and people she meets are unflattering, and if this is truly such a dull experience for her, one wonders why she continues - or why we, as paying readers, should be expected to read on.
I wanted this book to be great, but it just isn't. I forced myself to continue reading, because I'm headed to Spain and was hopeful that I would be inspired and that the pace would pick up. It doesn't. Get yourself a bike and ride for 1,000 miles through Spain yourself - it will be less painful and infinitely more interesting.