I’m about 3/4 through the second book. Honestly, it almost feels like a chore to finish reading it. While the part of the first book covering the freebase years was somewhat depressing, it was still a compelling story. The second book is more like Crosby’s random musings with a little too much rehab/sober/AA/NA content for my taste. Especially all the other folks providing their 2-3 paragraph musings on sobriety. Also a lot of Crosby spouting lollipops and roses about the greatness of life/friends/family. Not as well written or interesting as the first which tells the chronological story. The second jumps around in time, pretending to be a movie script with scenes in non-chronological order.
Bill, tgo