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Open by Andre Agassi.
As a keen tennis player growing up, Agassi was my hero. That made this read all the more painful. The whole book is him whingeing about how much he hates the sport that gave him everything.
It feels incredibly ungrateful. He is consistently insulting towards the organisations and people that supported him, yet spends pages bigging up his own charity work, which came across as entirely self-serving.
By the end of the book I deeply disliked him and wished I'd never read it.
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