Eric Clapton's autobiography.
For the second time this year I have been surprised to have my preconceptions blasted out of the water by an honest account of someone's life who, when he looks back on it, doesn't like what he sees for most of it. . .
Quite a tortured soul for most of his adult life and 99% of it self inflicted. This could have been a warm, fuzzy kind of book, a 'Look at me now!' kind of book, a saccharine 'I've been a bad boy and I'm sorry' kind of book. Instead it's a 'warts and all' account of someone who, despite his fame (Clapton is God - remember?) had a very low self esteem from a very early age. Big respect.
J