Post B # 5

A friend of mine told me, "Oh, 'It's Not About the Bike' sucks. It focuses way too much on his cancer."
I thought to myself, "Great, I'm stuck with another boring memoir." I have finished reading "It's Not About the Bike," and am thinking about how wrong my friend was, and how wrong I was. It rocked!
I started out describing how Lance was basically a child prodigy in any long distance event, talked about how he got cancer, then ended with his triumphs in the Tours de France. In my opinion, that doesn't seem like overemphasis on his cancer at all. I hate to quote what one of the reviewers said, but his memoir is quite frank in most aspects. Lance didn't sugarcoat the bad times, and didn't brag about the good times. He did have his moments (the "private moment" moment), but overall, and I'm not using that term lightly, his memoir was a sincere and truthful one.
If I had to rate it, I would give it a 9.5. It was one of the few books that I've had to read for school that I read of my own accord, in my own house. In other words, I read "It's Not About the Bike" whenever I needed a break from all of my schoolwork. In addition to that, I never fell asleep while reading it. You see, whenever I read a book, I read it on the same yellow sofa in my kitchen. Every time. I guess you could say that I mark off one point out of ten, each time a book puts me to sleep. "It's not About the Bike" was engaging, and kept my mind always sharp and alert as I read it on my sleep-inducing yellow sofa. If you must know why I rated Lance Armstrong's memoir only 9.5 out of 10 instead of 10 out of 10, it is because of his "private moment" moment. When I think of "It's Not About the Bike," nothing specific really sticks out in my mind except for that.

"It's Not About the Bike" is a touching story that drew me in from page one. I would recommend it to anyone who wants to learn about true perseverance.