The audiobook, also available in paperback, hardcover, or Kindle versions on Amazon, is narrated by the author herself. However, the editor should’ve mentioned to her how inconsistent of a narrator she is by shooting herself in the foot when she admits not knowing whether what she had previously written in books about her life is true:

“Not sure if she wrote it and then lived her life to be that, or if it was her actual life.”

Doesn’t really inspire trustworthiness. Yet, no one can say Doyle wasn’t honest.

Although this book is coined as a memoir, it’s geared more towards preaching self-help, power to feminism, and rah-rah. Doyle’s story as a strong woman: recovered alcoholic, bulimic, humanitarian, activist, wife, mother of three, former Christian, and now lesbian, is like a metronome ticking between love and hate, which leaves readers with negative and positive reactions at the same time. Unfortunately, negativity has defeated the power of positive thoughts.

The start of Doyle’s journey and her cheetah metaphor and cages provoked a great visual, and it had promise, especially when she broached the girls vs. boys. How society doesn’t seem to realize that boys are also in cages, but as the story unfolded, it took on a self-righteous attitude. The look at me, I’m better than you vibe is one way to annoy readers, and it got borderline narcissistic. The harsh tone and, at times, unflattering anecdotes about her loved ones made her sound selfish, a stark reminder of Kanye West’s song “Selfish” featuring John Legend.

Doyle’s themes of honoring yourself, bursting societal boundaries, and fighting inequality aren’t new ones; they’re appealing and honorable, to be sure. The problem is that they lack authenticity. The quotes Doyle used from years prior are too perfect, like the conversations have been reframed, polished, and edited for the narrative she wanted to share with the readers. This creates a disconnect, which makes this a 2.5-star listen or read.