Mud.
Regrettably, the book failed to meet my expectations. Instead of offering deep introspection and raw honesty, it felt more like a surface-level recounting of events. The narrative lacked the emotional depth and vulnerability one would expect from an autobiography, making it difficult to truly connect with the author's experiences. While there were moments of insight, they were overshadowed by long stretches of mundane details that added little value. The writing style was surprisingly detached, which further distanced the reader from the personal stories shared.