I read this book because I've read all the books by the author's brother, Frank McCourt. Unfortunately, Malachy McCourt's storytelling ability doesn't even compare to his brother's. Half the time I felt he was name-dropping and the other just plain out bragging. I didn't finish it because I really didn't see the point. He had a chance I suppose to make it about he overcame alcoholism, but that was lost in all the random stories about his movies and T.V. shows, escapades with celebrities, and neglecting his wife and family. I wouldn't bother with this book... reread Angela's Ashes instead!