Odd. Armstrong's book left me retching (great cyclist, but what a sorry indivdual) and Dean Karnazes struck me as the most self-impressed numbskull whose book I'd ever had the misfortune to read. I know we have to all be nice about Lance because he had cancer (as if he's the ONLY survivor) but sorry, I'm only telling it like it is. I was bored rigid halfway through both; probably because each is a love ode written by the author to the author. Self pleasuring isn't fun to watch (or read) unless it's Keira Knightley doing it. Feet In the Clouds, on the other hand, took my breath away. One of the best books (let alone running books) I've read in ages. READ IT! Then tell us what you think. In my view Armstrong and Karnazes aren't fit to carry Billy Bland's jockstrap. But to each his own, I guess.
