These are
the quirky tales of a Latino father as he navigates life, marriage, and family.
It was
interesting how the author correlated life’s debacles with the adventurous tales
of a superhero (in this case, El Luchador.) He almost makes it out to be like a
comic book, like when he relays his “crew” consisting of “Lieutenant Commander
Yarei, Weapons Master Elias (my then four-year-old and heir to my throne),
Chief Morale Officer Selah (my then two-year-old) and Private Pampers (Analise,
my then one-month-old on her maiden voyage).” Another story compares bathing
his young children to a naval attack. This style was off-beat, but it carried
its infantile silliness with a warm sentiment. I mean, this is what a good
father does—he plays the “hero” to his family. This guy literally made every
household task an adventure. Yes, they were exaggerated in a comical fashion,
which was somewhat entertaining, but the whole concept of “life is fun and
games” struck me as naïve and impractical.
I kind of wished that there would’ve been more depth, something
witty or profound that the reader could’ve obtained through these tales.
My rating: 3 stars
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