I had no interest in reading this book, but then heard rave reviews from people I respect, and decided to dive in. I don't know what they were thinking. From the opening pages, hatred and bitterness is spewed in unrelenting storms. I'm the first to champion honesty, but they're ways of sharing insight and opinions without complete disregard for others.
Of course, when reading a biography, one somewhat expects a light to be favorably shined on the subject. One of my biggest complaints in regards to this particular offering is the lack of responsibility Bob takes for his actions, or any negativity that results from them. The blame for every bad choice or circumstance is always squarely placed on someone else's shoulders. It's quite disgusting!
Inconsistency plagues this book. On several occasions, Hardcore will spend an entire chapter remorselessly, (and most of the time, without any real reason), ripping an individual limb from limb. Not a problem, if it was genuinely how he feels. Here's my issue. After his target has been decimated beyond recognition, he completely reverses course, and heaps praise on them. After the second time, I began to feel nauseous, and off balance from the whiplash. This book should come bundled with a voucher for free neck surgery.
I was a fan. Not anymore. Wouldn't waste my time reading this again if I were paid!
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