Refreshingly different, [sic] is exuberant, even manic, while dry-eyed about Cody's plight in a bout with cancer. A possible cost of Cody’s approach is that I always felt distanced from him. How much “knowing” and liking a memoirist matters to you is intensely personal, but partly because of this, at times reading [sic] my mind wandered. Cody’s memoir showcases not only the rewards but the risks of a flamboyant persona. A young composer's memoir of surviving a rehabilitating cancer. Books about cancer are a personal string that I keep plucking, but this one just kept striking sour notes for me. This rise and cadence of this memoir wasn't what I expected. It was as much a memoir of a particular sort of life -- the drugs, liaisons, abundance of privileged intellectual wit -- with cancer survival as a secondary plot point. For pages and pages, I'd have difficulty following the twists and turns of topics broached, only to be riveted by a particular scene that quickly relegated back into the former.
What do You think about [sic] (2011)?
Just couldn't get into it. The writing was sub par and it just wasn't that interesting of a story.
—Nessi
Tried it; couldn't get very far. Noting this down in case I attempt to read it again!
—livvybabe222
Truly the most unusual memoir I have ever read.
—nad25
