Status Updates From The Flower Bearers: A Memoir

First lines | “The hands do not belong to me. Lying on the hotel bed in the sun-drenched light of a late September morning. I hold them up for study, turning them in slow circles.”

Really tried but did not finish for me at 30%. A genuinely interesting life but told in a purple prose-y, passive, and honestly kind of boring way... kept waiting for it to pick up, and then realized how little the style and pacing changed over the first third.