3.0

I've seen quite a few reviewers express their disappointment that this autobiography wasn't about Dickinson's debauchery during his time in Iron Maiden, so I was preparing myself for a let-down, but honestly, I enjoyed and deeply appreciated this soulful book. I think that maybe those expecting such a book are forgetting that Maiden wasn't Mötley Crüe, and Bruce Dickinson was certainly not your stereotypical crackhead alcoholic promiscuous rock star. He is a multitalented, intellectual man equally commited to music as he is to advancing other aspects of his life such as fencing, flying, and writing. So while I do wish that he would have shared more anecdotes about his time with Maiden in the '80s, I was deeply impressed by his considering it a part of a longer journey.

That being said, he is a captivating writer and artist. I mean, you've just got to love a guy that can write about "Aces High," metal, beer, the war in Bosnia, stupid stunts, movies, history, that one time in Amsterdam, Ronnie James Dio, and William Blake all in one chapter. I loved the chapters about his childhood, the ones about the inspiration for his music, and especially the last chapter about his struggle with cancer. It was straight, raw truth that pierced the heart of this lifelong Maiden fan.