William Manchesters', "Goodbye, Darkness: A Memoir of the Pacific War" had me on my toes just about the whole time, except for well, those boring moments in the book where it seems to just make your eyes run dry and make it painful to even blink. Ah memoirs, the seemingly only descriptive novels that can be written, just because you know it's not made up. This memoir was about the war in the Pacific. It accurately describes Manchesters time he spent battling the Japanese in World War two. He gave vivid descriptions of some actions he had done during this book. One that was quite humorous was right after he had killed a Japanese sniper that was killing his fellow brothers. Pg. 18, "Then I threw up all over myself. I recognized the half-digested C-ration beans dribbling down my front, smelled the vomit above the cordite. At the same time I noticed another odor; I had urinated my skivvies."
Basically in a nutshell this book was one of the best novels I have read in a long time, it made me feel like I was actually experiencing his battles with him and everything that had ever happened. It's a no wonder why I had such a decent time reading this book. No time was wasted on it.