Thank you to Netgalley, the author and the publisher for an advanced copy of this book.
I honestly want to like this more than I did, and I want to like Simon more than I do (based off his memoir, though I'm sure he's a lovely person in real life), but I can't find it in me.
I started out feeling sorry for Simon as a child; he was plagued with what seemed to be an abusive father, a mother that didn't pay much attention to him, an unrelenting runny nose and very few friends. He very implicitly stated that his father was violent towards him and prone to bouts of rage when angry. But the reader is never actually shown that side of his father, and not long after, Simon sings the praises of his parents who were loving and supportive of him throughout his life. Did I miss something? Was it all in Simon's head, his angry, unloving father? I guess that just wasn't clear to me. That's when I started disconnecting from this memoir.
Things just didn't really add up, in terms of the treatment he received from his parents, as well as his medical issues. Seemingly, no doctor in Australia was able to correctly diagnose his sinus issues and then sort out the problem(s). That struck me as odd. Moreover, his sinus issues seem to abate after coming clean off of his drug and alcohol abuse during his adulthood, with no real explanation of it or even a mention of it after childhood. To me, it sounded like drugs were the root of the issue, but that couldn't be possible, because he wasn't using or abusing drugs as a child, when the problem was at its worst.
I don't know.
Throughout the last half or more of the book, I struggled to understand the point of the author writing it. Yes, he had some very interesting/strange things happen to him, and maybe writing it all down was therapeutic for him, but I didn't particularly come out of this book feeling happy for him, or relieved that he turned out all right. I didn't feel any real connection to him, I suppose.