Noah is a great writer. I loved the short interludes between his longer chapters; they were a great way to contextualize his story (especially for an American audience). It felt more like a book of essays than a true memoir, and it was a little annoying the way he bounced back and forth between his childhood and young adulthood. It added drama, but sometimes it felt like the later stories took away from the earlier ones.

He did have a fascinating and often horrifying childhood. Amidst a slew of unbearably boring celebrity memoirs, this one stands out as it has nothing to do with his celebrity and everything to do with humanity.