A writer of schlock TV specials and "The Sopranos" tie-in cookbook, Rucker wakes up one Tuesday in his early 50s being able to walk, has an odd attack and finishes his day paralyzed for life. I've read some other memoirs by disabled/paralyzed authors, so some of his realizations feel familiar, but his take on things is hilarious and entirely his own. A light, fun read.

I like Allen Rucker's articles in New Mobility magazine, and I liked the jacket cover description of this book. But my god how this book sucked. He did not have a good editor, rambled and repeated himself, and generally whined the entire book. Do not waste your time.