The first thing you hear about Warwick Davis is that he is a little person. Forget that for a sec, will you? He is an actor. a good one! If you have seen Star Wars, Willow, the Leprechaun series, Harry Potter, the fantastic BBC Narnia dramatisations on TV in the eighties, Ray, to name but a few, you've seen him or, as in my case, you've heard his distinctive voice.
The other night I looked him up on Wiki because I have only seen a bit of what I just wrote down there an wondered what else he's done, and I found out he's written this book. I got it as an IBook and read it in one, long, sleepless and interesting night.
Now you've read books by actors before, you know the ones. They drop a name every other sentence so that you are in no doubt that they're a star. It's all full of funny stories and gossip which may be true and then again it may not. This isn't like that. The author tells us about his life in a simple, interesting way which keeps you turning those pages. His life's lows are shared with us with honesty and without melodrama, and the high moments are shared with humour and humility. There are plenty of famous names and funny stories, but the ego is missing. The genuineness of this man comes off the page like the bouquet off a good wine. Don't take my word for it. Do yourself a favour, read it and see, you won't be sorry.
Here's one final interesting thought. Before I read the Wiki article I didn't know Warwick Davis was what he calls in the book a little person. I liked his voice and his acting, I had for years. I still do. Like my blindness, his size is totally unimportant. Size matters not, see? :)