Very fast, fun read, and I really enjoyed it. But I wonder if most folks, like me, are reading a book about a relatively recent - objectively, not that important - event that I've already read a lot about (which is fine).... This is a rather personal book, from Strickland's perspective - he makes no effort to disappear into the backgroun. At some level, given his status in the community, that makes sense. Anyway, at some level, Strickland does a good job capturing what Armstrong's comeback meant to those of us in the cancer community who - rightly or wrongly, and, seemingly, bizarre-ly -- latched onto Lance as a beacon, a symbol of hope, a personal phoenix rising from the ashes of that miserable life experience known as cancer. And, well, at least for this reader, that story doesn't seem to get old.... I'm glad Lance came back; and I had tears in my eyes more than once during his comeback; I've got a wardrobe full of black-and-yellow ... and, for all those reasons, this book strikes the right chords....