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Average rating4.1
Henry Winkler is a mensch who deserves the late-career success (and awards) he's experienced after finally breaking free from his image as The Fonz. He has a sense of humor and perspective about his life (sure, he couldn't get a decent job for decades, but his earnings from Happy Days were nice to have). I wish he were a little less patronizing towards children with disabilities - he labels them as “special” (cringe) and uses them as an example of how lucky he is in comparison when he fundraises for them. But his openness about his dyslexia and the emotional wounds he endured from parents who constantly criticized him for being a lazy no-goodnik render this book more interesting than the average Baby Boomer memoir.