This is a kind of travel log and autobiography of Nicholas Sparks.
This book is hard to describe. "Three Weeks with My Brother" starts off in a quiet unassuming manner that in no way prepares you for the heart wrenching insights into the Sparks family history.Sparks writes with special fervor about their experiences during the globe-circling event. Micah's fun-loving personality contrasts with the introspectiveness of his brother. Together, they absorb the vast panorama of knowledge open to them. But each reacts to places they visit in a different manner. While Micah sees the humor in a centuries-old statuary, Nicholas cites the historic value to civilization that each place has given. From ruins of the Incan and Mayan tribes to the mysteries of Easter Island, the brothers visit cultural wonders and relate to them with reflections upon their childhood.The brothers recall a family vacation to the Grand Canyon while they bask on the beach in Roratonga, in the South Pacific. The story of a family crammed into a Volkswagen for the trip, traversing steamy desert by day and freezing in the rolling motel at night, conjures frightful pictures. Their father, a scholarly man, can show a volatile side when his children misbehave. A park ranger demands their exit when the three perch on rocks outside safe limits and terrify other tourists.Three Weeks with my Brother centers on a round the world trip the two Sparks’ boys take. In telling the story of the trip, which starts in Florida, goes to Guatemala to check out Mayan ruins, then to Peru for Machu Picchu, then on to Easter Island. The trip next goes to Ayers Rock in the Australian outback, to Angkor Wat in Cambodia, the Taj Mahal in India, ancient caves in Ethiopia, the Island of Malta and finally to northern Norway… When the trip starts out, the two Spark boys are excited about his grand adventure, much like my dog pants and dances when I tell him he can go with me in the truck. They call each other Little Brother and Big Brother and pal around like preteens. They are quickly bored at looking at pottery and old stuff and didn’t seem to have much interest in the cultures they were visiting. It was more like they were interested in being able to say they’ve gone around the world than in the journey itself.