This is Wils third book. And, much like the blog posts and his other offerings, the stories therein are entertaining and well written with an energy that cries out for a live performance and not a mere read aloud with your friends presentation. There is energy and excitement. Sadly this makes for a quick which then requires one to forcibly slow ones self down to savor the memories.
As I explained to the boyfriend rather tersely when he interrupted my mental meal, this is a book of memories. It says Our lives not just his. In each story Wil is a mirror reflecting the reader's joys and sorrows. The best friend, class bully and corner grocer's names are different as will happen. But the moments are ours, not just Wils. But doesn't he write about Star Trek too? We all weren't in it. True.
And in those stories Star Trek becomes code for our first paying gig that taught us something about ourselves, the nature of our interests, the way the world works, and with which side of hte Force we allign ourselves. I may not have had to get up early for wardrobe and be on set with a bunch of adults. But I have had to figure out how to relate to the adults at my first paying job and where I was going with myself when it was over. And in that sense Star Trek really has nothing to do with anything. It's just this job you know. That fan geeks everywhere would love to live in that world and claim the Enterprise as their "other car" is just our perspective. While not unimportant, it is not the crux of the stories. The reader doesn't get distracted from their own memories.
In the end, its like a "OMG do you remember the time that _____________happened and we all _______? I thought I was going to die/cry/puke from embarrassment/laughing so hard." conversation with your best friend.
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