This was a good first-person narrative of Los Manos de Piedras, Hands of Stone. This was a true and honest story about boxer Roberto Duran. This Panamanian fighter was born into poverty and grew up a street kid, a palao, a quick-witted, quick-handed, and street smart kid in and out of jail who was fortunate enough to work his way into boxing. The story was a fast one with alcohol, celebrity, and a hero in Panama. There was a lot of insightful moments, nostalgia, and stoic "take life as it comes" tones throughout the story.
It was written from the heart by a great boxer. I would recommend this anyone interested in sports biographies/autobiographies and boxing. Thanks!