I picked this up at the library a little while ago, and realized when I got it home that I had read about it here before checking it out and completely forgotten. Weird.
You wouldn’t think I’d be able to manage being uninterested in a memoir about someone whose father was a faith healer. But I just never got interested in this. For someone with such a colorful life, this guy has written a book that was surprisingly bland (yeah, I mixed that metaphor. Got a problem?). Even before I began to suspect that Mr. Smith genuinely believes in his father’s faith healing ways, I was a bit tired of the book. I didn’t finish it. Maybe I’ll try again some other time.