Part memoir part essays I found the book to be quite informative and had a genuine intrigue throughout. That being said I felt the biggest should I say let down of this book was the writing style, especially during the section in which the author discusses cocktail recipes, at this point the writing had felt quite honest and to somewhat of a degree, raw, yet this section was littered with for lack of a better word "cringe" one shot musings which quite honestly left me rolling my eyes. It's at this point the book dropped dramatically in my expectations and found it hard to continue reading. Maybe just a personal gripe of mine but it then began to colour what I had read so far almost as if the author was to insecure to allow us to take our own conclusions on the work we were reading and then from this form our own connection to the work. I hate to say it as I wanted to move past it but more and more I felt the phrase "pity porn" come to the forefront of my interaction with the work and it just spoiled it to much for me. Maybe I'm being harsh and again I really did enjoy the first couple of sections but unfortunately it all just fell flat for me towards the end.