Title: ...A Terrifying Work of Unsubstantiated Ego
Product review: I was intrigued enough by the clever ramblings that precede the actual telling of this memoir. These "introductions" aren't neccessarily compelling, though one arrives at an expectation of an incredible journey by perusing evry last sentence of them. There isn't anything else. He continues to ramble on in such a fashion, that I din't even find him likable. He's so pretentious and full of himself, that I never really felt at all sorry for him. His parents died. It .... That's it. The accounts regarding his brother Toph are the only things even remotely interesting, but they made me despise the book more, because I would've rather been reading his version of life with his big brother, the pretentious jerk. This book does for prestigious book awards what Gladiator did for the Best Picture Oscar.
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