This wasn't a book I read easily. As a person who's been journaling since, at least, 10 yo, it's hard not to compare writing styles - which, I recognise, is a pretty unfair way to judge a book filled with diary entries. It is, I would say, AR's writing style, which kind of matches his personality (from what his writings transpired): brass, unfiltered, sassy, literally straight to the point. There's pretty much no "poetry", just the description of things, people, feelings, as they were. 

AR was also as much a critic of himself, as he is of others. At times, especially when in the director chair, he could be particularly demanding of himself. In one breath he can be critical of a fellow actor's performance, and in the next he was giving the most raw, sincere praise. And you can tell it's all really honest, because why would one lie in their own journal? 

It was great to get his thoughts in some of his most famous parts - Severus Snape,or me, particularly -, but also, at times, exastig to try to understand who was who. Sure, there are some recurrent names and a few very well know by the general public, but as someone from outside of the acting business, it can he hard to match the name to the face (Google was a good friend with this book). 

In the end, what stuck in my mind was of how said it was that he was writing his day to day life, not knowing he would be dead in 10 years time, or 5, or 2. It puts in perspective how one's life is so utterly fleeting. I am glad he passed away peacefully and, hopefully, feeling loved, by Rima, his friends, his fans (though he'd probably roll his eye at the thought of strangers weeping his passing).