Behold, the story of a hotel manager whose steady gal runs away to university and leaves him heartbroken. Ready for a change, he applies for a position on a cruise ship as a junior assistant purser, and delivers a memoir regaling us with a play-by-play of his social life, of nights spent dancing, drinking, and going to bed with similarly emotionally wrecked and lonely young people who stumble from hangover to hangover. The book is largely about their chain of using one another, nights of dancing, drunken hook-ups, and days of working as clerks and continually answering the same questions from those swinish masses, the customers. It’s just like passengers to wreck what seems to be a college keg party afloat in uniform.
There is very little information in here about the actual operation of a cruise ship, merely the training experience of one fellow who devotes far more page space to his dating play-by-plays than to what duties he was actually performing on the ship. I’m sure he’s a nice guy, and I feel bad for not liking his book, but..seriously, it’a s chronicle of dating. If I want that, I can listen to Taylor Swift.
(Amazon recommended this to me after reading Cargo Ship Diaries...which was mostly about one man chasing skirts throughout Eurasia. Guess I should have seen that coming, but both were read via through a free trial of Kindle Unlimited.)