I can’t decide if this collection is mind-numbingly dull or the cosiest thing since Calm invented Sleep Stories. I confess I was bored a lot of the time reading this, but sometimes it just felt so peaceful and heartwarming. There’s a nostalgia to these stories that I enjoyed; it’s a world of typewriters (Hanks being an avid collector), newspapers, the 1950s, Americana. He writes well, but he’s not engaging - the stories often drift or Hanks spends ages writing about details that simply aren’t interesting. I feel bad slagging it off because it’s Tom Hanks, and we all love Tom Hanks, but it left a lot to be desired.