I feel I should start by saying that I only read this book because the author asked me to review it. I don't know why as I don't know him and am not well-known myself, but for whatever reason he sent me a free copy, so I read it. And the fact that I'd agreed to review it is the only reason I even finished it. This book is garbage.
The book is basically made up of two parts, although it switches back and forth between the two seemingly on a whim. The first is advice for those being bullied and their parents, the second is the narrative about the author's own childhood experiences.
The advice is probably the worst thing about the book, as it's completely without value at best, but probably actually harmful in fact. A mixture of common knowledge, stereotypes and misinformation. Ohanian repeats outdated ideas about the causes and nature of bullying and presents a very myopic view of bullies. He states repeatedly that bullies bully because they enjoy making others suffer, that bullies lack empathy, that bullies grow up to be psychopaths, etc. and sharply divides everyone into the distinct groups of bullies, victims, and everyone else. There is no complexity or nuance to this world-view at all.
He's also very repetitive, saying the same things over and over again, often pretty much the same words. And when he's not repeating himself he's contradicting himself or just writing meaningless nonsense like "assimilating refers to the state of being assimilated". I found myself having to skim read a lot because it was just so tedious and dumb.
The other part of the book is Ohanian's autobiography, and he really doesn't come across well at all. His tendency to identify people as bullies, victims or others, and his placing of himself into the victim group seems to make him classify any kind of conflict as bullying, and therefore anyone he has any kind of conflict with as a bully and a psychopath. Reading between the lines, I would classify Ohanian himself as a bully, and I'm glad he lives on a different continent to me because he'd probably beat the shit out of me for writing this.
That said, the narrative side of the book is somewhat interesting, and could make for an OK book, but probably only if it were written with a bit more self-awareness. Ohanian's insistence that he is the victim and it's everyone else who is always causing him trouble makes for a character that's impossible to sympathise with, and makes me suspect that if we were to ask his schoolmates what they remember about him they'd describe him as "that angry kid who was always getting into fights and going off at people for no reason".
The other problem with the narrative is that it meanders and jumps about a lot; He dwells on certain things for a while without making any real point and then suddenly jumps to some unrelated event, and often brings up facts and anecdotes that don't seem to be relevant to anything else in the book. The whole book has a very stream-of-consciousness feel to it and seems like it would really benefit from some drastic editing. But even if it were better written it would still be full of nonsense and bad advice. There's really no saving it.