The book is well written and it's pretty interesting to read about the contemporary space program, life on the international space station, and how Scott ended up there. But I wasn't enjoying myself enough while reading it, so I stopped about a quarter of the way through. I heard a recommendation for this & it was real enthusiastic, but I didn't find the part of the book that I read to be especially exciting, it seemed a bit of a paint by numbers memoir and it was becoming a slog by the point I bailed.

Maybe I wasn't in the mood for nonfiction just now? Everyone seems to be really enchanted by this book so it could just be me being cranky.