First thing: I fully appreciate how difficult it is to write a memoir, especially a memoir about addiction and eventual sobriety. Props to Radke for even attempting this type of feat.
He really does lay himself bare, so to speak, communicating frankly about his mental health struggles and his family trauma, and how that all led to the bad decisions he made whilst in the throes of addiction. He takes accountability and shows introspection and growth.
Unfortunately, he's just not a good storyteller. And that's fine! He has an interesting enough story to tell, but he doesn't have the skill to deliver it in a way that isn't mind-numbingly repetitive and inarticulate. There's enough material for a full-length memoir, but Radke's inability to wordsmith means that he will often begin a new chapter by rehashing the previous one. If I had a dime for every time the word "stuff" appeared, I'd be able to buy enough LoverBoy to supply a summer of parties.
I don't know if this is entirely true or intentional, but the way it's written, it sounds like Radke's big, rock-bottom, turning-point moment occurred while watching the January 6th insurrection. Which is weird, and kind of funny.
As for the Bravo of it all, I've watched Summer House enough to know what liberties he's taken with the reality we're shown on the show (where we get multiple perspectives, not just his own), so hearing his take on his separation from not just LoverBoy but Lindsay was an interesting spin, to say the least. His hard sell of Soft Bar in the final chapters was just as sweaty as it was on TV.