Very, very rarely do I ever not finish a book, but I just can't do it. I can't. I keep trying, but this book just makes me mad. I picked this book because it was recommended as a good book to read if one wants to learn about Albania. The author could have been on a horse trail anywhere in the world as far as I'm concerned, because he hardly ever talked about anything other than himself and his experiences with his chosen horses and comrades. He's travelling through a foreign country and never once paints a picture of his surroundings.
I only got halfway through this book, but when I was about a quarter of the way I stopped and watched a 22 minute video about horseback riding through Albania that explained significant features that this author must assume the reader already understands. For example, he mentioned once how uncomfortable a typical Albanian saddle is, and I blew by this information as insignificant. He never elaborated. The person in the video I watched, however, used her words to describe the uniqueness of the saddle. She did a good job giving a simple description that I didn't need to see it afterwards. I had a visual. I don't understand why the author couldn't do that in his book.
And what kind of writer gets to the top of a mountain and just says the "view was magnificent?" You're a writer and you can't describe it?
And the entire chapter about blood feuds in Albania made no mention of this centuries-long, national struggle other than point out that it's the reason why all the roads only go east to west throughout the country.
Bottom line, I was bored out of my mind and learned almost nothing. I even stopped reading all the other books I was reading just so I could plow through this one and get it over with. That was my incentive: I could pick up another book ONLY when I have finished this one. But I kept coming up with other things to do just to keep myself from reading this book. So if I don't abandon ship now then I will never read another book again.