I’m not going to sugar-coat this; this “memoir” is absolute shit.
ABSOLUTE SHIT. *insert shit emoji here*
I read this in one sitting and my first reaction was to announce to my roommate that this particular book was “trash”.
I honestly didn’t know what I was expecting when I decided to read this “memoir” of a 22 year old (at the time when the book is written) YouTube celebrity. This book is nothing more than page after page of cliche’s stacked on top of each other – then Mr. Franta has the naive audacity to try to insinuate that he has some sort of “wisdom” to impart at his young age.
What he believes to be ‘wisdom’ the rest of the world would call “arrogance”.
I TRIED to find something redeeming about this book… something, anything that I could say about it that was positive, but I drew a blank.
Unless you are a fan, I’m not sure who would enjoy this book. My dislike for this “memoir” has nothing to do with Connor being a YouTube celebrity, in fact I actually enjoyed Tyler Oakley’s memoir BINGE so much I was spending my nights at work recounting parts of Oakley’s memoir to my co-workers because they were so damn funny.
What A Work In Progress lacks is any real introspection. Franta frequently glazed over events in his life and had a tendency to try and use his book as a platform to preach the “stay positive” gospel to his readers. Although he labels this book a “memoir” it can more accurately be described as a terrible rendition of a self-help book.
Maybe this is what his audience wanted, but for the general public over the age of, lets say, 30 nothing in this book is even worthwhile.
Skip this monstrosity.
I’m breaking my rule of not rating non-fiction books with this one and saying that this is a blatant one out of five stars.