Jack Kerouac captured my attention a few years ago, and unlike other instances of this, I haven't sought out all that I can read about him or his books. I tend to let them come to me, and oddly enough, they always seem to find me just when I need them. Paradise Road isn't written by Jack, but it is about his legendary journeys as they're retaken in the present day. Something I will do one day is take the same trips that Jack took with his friends, and this book does just that and goes over how things have changed, how they haven't changed, and all that is in between. It is hard to tell if this is a novel turned travel journal or a travel journal turned novel, and that fuzzy gray area is a fabulous thing in my eyes.