Don't Tell Mom I Work on the Rigs: She Thinks I'm a Piano Player in a Whorehouse - Paul Carter
I seem to suffer from a gross lack of attention to detail. Yet again, I have stumbled onto a memoir which I had thought a work of fiction when I first picked it up. Once is forgivable. Twice is carelessness. But three times - like I said, gross lack of attention to detail.

In any event, it was an engaging enough read. Mr. Carter recounts his experiences working on oil rigs throughout the world in a very light hearted and amusing way. His tone is a stark contrast to the dangers he described with regard to the job itself and some of the locations he found himself in. How in the world could he have ever thought that working in Nigeria was a good idea?

This was a book that had me quietly giggling to myself in parts, and wide-eyed with horror at others. It was a quick and easy read, and I would recommend it for anyone who wants to take a break from heavier themed books or classics.