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(More customer reviews)This book was not at all what I expected. It really wasn't a story about steroid use and abuse as much as it was a storytelling about a life of recreational drug use and sexual promiscuity in the decadent 1970's. There is actually very little in this book about steroids or weightlifting, it's mostly the author bragging about how much ass he got and wallowing in self pity because he couldn't get his act together. What I found most curious was that there were no pictures...??? I mean how could you write a book about transforming your body into something freakish, and not have a single picture showing the before and after or even the during stages? Is that not the whole premise of this book? Also, the amount of weight he talks about lifting are not very impressive at all, as any half serious bodybuilder/weightlifter could tell you. A flat bench of 305? It's respectable but not impressive. I didn't start bodybuilding until my mid 30's, and with no steroids or supplements of any kind and not even super hardcore training I was benching 335, and I know a lot of guys that can do quite a bit more than that. The writing style is pretentious and overwrought, almost like the author is trying to impress us with his vocabulary and syntax. That makes for a very unnatural flow and a difficult, skeptical read, which I'm surprised no editor has told him yet. I wouldn't waste your time or money with this one.
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