I tried so hard to get right the way through this, but now having got approximately 75% through this, I feel I’ve got a good enough impression of it, but can’t face getting any further. The first half was quite good being composed of reminsicences (sic?) of his childhood, balacing both humourous memories with important and sad events that made him the complicated man he was. However the second half became almost impossible to follow, and his constant references to his self-proclaimed genius became too arrogant for me personally. I know this is an important work by a huge historical figure and a very early example of autobiography, so I’m glad I attempted it and got a feel for it, but I admit defeat!