I'm not sure what exactly made me buy this book. I was looking for a memoir from someone NOT famous I suppose. That and the fact that he's a father and promised on the cover to talk about fathering. I thought, I'm a divorced father, maybe I can relate!
Well, I could, to a point. After spending most of the book talking about how screwed up his childhood he then details how screwed up his adult life became. Apparently he became the very person that he despised - like a mix of both his parents, and maybe a few brothers as well. I did keep reading though....
It's not until the closing pages that we begin to see some light in this guys life. This, thanks to some therapy and self examination. I had to wonder why he didn't seek therapy long ago instead of turning to drugs, drink, and "self abuse". I think the book itself is part of his therapy.
To me, the book is a well written and compelling, but ultimately depressing and self serving memoir. But, maybe that's what a memoir is meant to be?