Sometimes someone writes a book which is horribly self-indulgent, and out of all that wallowing in their own "stuff", they manage to create something readable and interesting, something that illuminates some larger principle or idea or just tells a rollicking good tale.
This book is about as self-indulgent as they come, and horrible to the point of being unreadable. Consider the most annoying person you have ever met, badly behaved, and self-righteous. Now imagine that in addition to those features, this person has an absurd disregard for facts. And now imagine that you are forced to live inside that person's head while they give you a running commentary of their bad behavior, banal thoughts, and idiotic notions. Finally, imagine that it's all horribly badly written.
That's what this book is, and it's bad. Really really bad. I found no redeeming features other than the fact that it ended. Eventually.
I promised myself when I agreed to be part of the Vine program that I would read every word of every book they sent me. This book almost made me resign from the program so I didn't have to do that.
Give this one a pass. It's not worth any time you might spend reading it.Get more detail about Corked: A Memoir.
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