Nov 01, 09
Read in October, 2009
As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be Wil Wheaton.
I was nine when TNG debuted, and Wesley Crusher was a role model. Here was a child prodigy saving the day with his science projects, he had a cool haircut, and those sweaters were pretty rad, too. Well, I wasn't too big a fan of the sweaters, but I identified with Wesley, and for what it's worth, this is about when I started embracing my status as Smartest Kid in the Class (which, granted, only lasted until middle school). Did I mention that one of the two VHS tapes available during my summers at my Grandma's place on Long Island, and thus viewd dozens, if not hundreds of times, was 'Stand By Me' (the other one being 'Jaws')? Point is, the book's great. It's a snarky, nostalgia-fueled look back at his childhood and, to a certain extent, mine.