I really wanted to like this book. I attended the University of Arizona while Andre was a student/athlete there, and I always thought he was a tremendous player. However, to most of the people I knew, he was seen as a sort of enigma or as a jerk. Despite all that noise, it was clear he was an excellent basketball player. I was looking forward to hearing about HIS journey from HIS “mouth”, but it’s unfortunate how much I hated this book. He spent half the time whining about being a black man and half the time whining about all the injuries he sustained playing a sport he loves. I was also a ball player, injuries come with the territory. I understand what it’s like to be a Black in this country, as I am one, but he has all the money in the world to make life easier. He hasn’t experienced true oppression or, if he has, he most certainly didn’t write about it. As a Black person, of course you can sympathize with the plight of your people, but being as angry as Andre is when you haven’t experienced it first hand seems a bit odd to me. Also, I found it strange that he wrote a book about being a sixth man, when he spent a good amount of his career as a starter for the 76ers. (Also, WHY is he writing a book about his career when it’s not even close to over yet??) It is obvious Andre is angry, but he doesn’t really delve into what makes him tick. On the surface, he portrays himself to be a kickback guy, with a laid back attitude and no worries. However, you realize while reading, he is angry...he is angry about his injuries, he is angry at the white man (warranted with most black man’s cases, but in his case? Still scratching my head), he is angry at his coaches, he is angry about losing...whhhhy? Why is he so angry? Ugh, hours of my life wasted reading about a man who makes millions, upon millions, upon millions of dollars and how angry he is. Andre, just be quiet. You don’t REALLY have anything of substance to say. You didn’t cover anything I couldn’t see for myself in NBA games or read on the pages of a blog. Who are you REALLY? Isn’t that one of the points of a memoir, to get your readers to know about your real-life experiences/memories? Overall, this was just a super disappointing read about a ball player who still remains an enigma, perhaps even a jerk, in my mind.