I don't admit to being much of a book reader: I tend to read books for information or for escape. I don't read books to find meaning in my life. I read books that make me laugh, tell me a few stories, and while away the winter hours when my gal isn't around.
The Fine Green Line, by John Paul Newport, is not going to change your life. It won't reveal any of your inner truths and it won't improve your sex life. It won't make you finally understand your father, your mother, your alter ego, or your fear of clowns. The Fine Green Line isn't about money and it won't tell you how to make any. In fact, it'll cost you $12.95.
The book details John Paul Newport's quest to experience life as a two-ish handicapper playing the professional golf mini tours (the image to the right tells you that). It leads JPN through a series of states, tournaments, bad shots, and lands him at the first stage of PGA Tour Q-School where he unceremoniously bombs, landing him in a Golf Week article about "bums of Q-School."
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