This is an easy, undemanding book about those few islands that only travel writers, the military or extremely rich people can visit. It's certainly well written, but "fantastic", "amazing" and the superlative used by other reviewers, it ain't. For many of the chapters you would probably find no greater insight than it could be gained from looking up this information on the web. Fogle is good narrator, but he describes places 'on the suface', so you gain the same insight as if you looked through a photo album of these remote islands. There are cameo descriptions of individuals propping up from time, but these are very brief and Fogle lacks the experience, or the time, to delve deeply into their personalities. The best chapter by far is the one on Pitcairn. This is odd, because Pitcairn is the only island Fogle does not manage to visit, but his deep sense of let down, his anger and depression, lead him to analyze the social background of this island with true passion, managing to reveal far more of this place than of any of the other islands previouosly described. A light book to while away a wintry weekend, but nothing more perceptive than that.