That in this book are not really criticisms regarding the WWE, is clear, finally a) it is published by WWE Books and b) he's there yet under contract; Nevertheless, there is now and then a little pointed remark already. Copeland writes without pathos and frosting-sentimentality about his childhood and the not always simple beginnings in the wrestling business. But instead the reader with Selbstbeweihräucherungen à la "we had a hard life, but we never let it get to us, because we have believed in us" bored, he amused them with absurd anecdotes of journeys along the dreaded Canadian "winter roads" or with self-deprecating of portrayals relating to oneself ("I was sporting a sheet with huge turquoise-and-blue Hawaiian flowers all over it. Take my word on it, It was not a pretty sight."), and he is not afraid before descriptions of violations of rather unpleasant and embarrassing nature back (keyword: maxi pad one).
I made the book a lot of fun, and who wants to have fun and have a look into the world of professional wrestling astray without expecting great and sobering revelations, which is this book highly recommended :-)
