Time Bandits.
I love that film, I really do. And while it is an adaptation for children, this book is an accurate retelling of it.
That’s about all I can say about it. It wasn’t even really a standalone book as far as I could tell… it reminded me of a description read for the blind. Dry, exact, devoid of character or adult innuendo which made the film so charming.
So that’s all I can say about it. It did have a quaint inscription in the cover reminding the original owner (an Adrian Firth) that rounders practice was at 9.
I know. That’s a pretty shit review, so I have add some context. I read this in its entirety during the most hilarious preflight chaos I’ve ever witnessed outside of rural China. I’m writing this on my phone on a Air Malta flight to Valletta that is about 30 min late.
The delay was caused by the fact that this is a replacement aircraft, and nobody informed the crew that it didn’t have a row 13, and that the emergency exits were at 14 and 15, not the 12 and 13 noted in the check in diagram. There also seemed to be two, slightly competing flight crews, neither of whom new what to do. In the end they stuck the people who paid for legroom anywhere they could find and we got off the ground late.
So the moral of this somewhat rambling story is that Time Bandits is a bad retelling, but apparently reading it is a talisman for unexpected free legroom.