Please consider this review to be completely petty. It was -not- for me.
I was so excited when I checked this book out! I've tried reading other chocolatier or candy-taster memoirs, and most are dull. One was so creepy as he talked about his personal life that I had to put the book aside, as I was thinking clearly of "Criminal Minds" episodes. As I checked this book out, that was heavy on my mind. Surely, this book couldn't be so sinister and the other was probably some weird...thing. This book wasn't weird at all. The author had a hard life and faced a lot of tragedy from a young age. I'm not disputing that. I took issue with his smug delight in being a rags-to-riches story, his lack of in-depth explanation of how he got to where he is, his seeming omission of any consequences of living in grinding poverty and lack of education. "I just fell into this! I had no opportunities, and I made my own luck!" He keeps mentioning the same successes he's had, over and over, with sentence variety but constant theme. He insists that making and losing fortunes are somehow equal, and I realize so, so clearly that he and I have vastly different philosophies. For some reason, he shoves every inspirational quote and useless advice to advancing that you can think of, into the book. "Do what you love! If you wish hard enough, it will happen!" only more out-of-touch with modern realities of people under forty. He is in his fifties and is clearly uncomfortable with that fact. I was annoyed by this and wished he'd stopped mentioning it. Do you know what he hardly mentions, though? Chocolate. I wanted to know about the history of it, and chocolate tasting, and the chocolate industry. It's hardly anywhere in this book. What a waste of my time.