AUTHOR; Brantt Myhres
RATING: 5 stars
I loved this memoir on addiction and recovery.
I live in "the" hockey town of Canada, so I have been exposed to hockey since I was a little girl. I admit, I had to Google, Brantt Myhres though.
This story is beyond words. This guy should be dead - its crazy to what level he pushed his body and it took 5 rehab stays for one to "stick".
I admit that if you really don't care about hockey, you might be turned off a little bit, as this memoir is basically Myhres and how much his hockey career was intertwined with his rampant addiction. He does mention several players and describes his life on the ice quite a bit, which personally I enjoyed but may not be everyone's cup of tea
This writing is so down to earth and the author pulls no punches (no pun intended). He tells it like it was and at times, he is basically disgusting in the things he will do and the things he encourages younger players/teenagers to do when it comes to drugs and booze.
He does spend quite a while on the addiction part of the story, but the recovery part is definitely engaging as well. I was surprised that 12 step is mentioned and so are AA meetings and a level of spirituality, but I was expecting more on the subject.
I like that Myhres doesn't get into recovery and then say "i am good now" because we all know that is not how it works.
If you easily get squirmy, then this book is also not for you. The eyeball story is so gross.
I admit, I went in not knowing what to expect, but I was immediately engrossed in this excellent memoir on a subject that is dear to my heart.