2020: Ugh. And I freaking love Alex Trebek. But this memoir deserves nothing more than an "ugh".

Trebek opens with his hesitations in writing this book. He describes himself as a "verbal communicator" who has only read 22 books in his life (eyeroll). This does nothing to endear me to him. One of the earliest chapters involves a "revelatory" moment in which Trebek reflects that he "ought not to underestimate women". INSERT A BIGGER EYEROLL HERE.

There are some heartwarming moments for sure. For anyone who has kept up with Jeopardy over the years, there are some familiar faces that make appearances throughout. Trebek has a homey, old-folksy feel to his storytelling. It's just hard to reconcile that with his "if everyone just got along, this country would be fine" message at the end.

This book would have been more successful if Trebek had spent more time discussing his inspiring fight with cancer journey (with briefer flashbacks to his childhood), or if it were an account of how Jeopardy came to be. Instead, it lands somewhere in the middle, and suffers because of it.

RIP Alex, you were and are the GOAT (just not of writing memoirs).