This was exactly like Don’t Call Me A Crook! only with 110% more fiber and none of the racism.
You have seen the movie, yes? No!? Why did you not concur?
Ok, so Frank Abagnale scammed dozens of banks for millions of dollars, and talked any number of petite brunettes out of their stewardess uniforms, and faked-posed as a pilot, a college professor, a doctor, and a lawyer TO THE POINT WHERE HE WAS EMPLOYED BY A COLLEGE AND A HOSPITAL AND A COURT OF LAW!!!!!! PAID EMPLOY!!! WITH TEH MONEYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Times like these I wish I were more mellow so that all of my shouting would not get lost in the sea of all of my other shouting, and I could express to you the depth of my !!!!!.
And the man committed crimes! I have very strong feelings about crimes, and the not committing thereof, but Abagnale (or maybe it’s Stan Redding, his ghostwriter, but I’m suspecting Abagnale-the panties-talker-outer-of) is just So Damned Winsome. When Future Me is quizzed on which literary characters, fictional or non, she is half in love with, she will no longer be able to say she only loves fake-people.
So read this, and be zinged and amused by Abagnale’s illicit romps, and then when *spoiler* he’s finally caught by the police and is all, And I was not yet twenty-one, you can go ahead and die from the shock.