John Irving might be one of America's favorite writers thanks to books as "A Prayer for Owen Meany", "The world acording to Garp" and "The Cider house rules" but he is not Stephen King whose work is easily identified by almost all modern mortals; so when John Irving writes a memoir about his relationship with the movie bussines, the story of the book is only interesting to those who know Irving's work by heart. The first chapters are a kind of apology to why he choosed the pro-choice theme as the center of his novel The Cider House Rules. He evokes his paternal grandfather who was an obstetrician and a big influence in his pro-choice attitude and those first chapters could be easily read by anyone, but when he beggins to recall his different relationships with directors and movie people in the making into pictures of each of his books you have to be a real Irving expert to keep reading it, because he takes for granted that you know all his works and saw all the movies that were made based on them. I'm a big Irving fan so I had no problem reading it, but when my mother asked me if she would like it I didn't recomend it because she only has read "A widow for one year". The last part of the book, the filming of The Cider house is particullary interesting after almost 6 months since the movie was in the theaters, and won an Oscar for the screenplay of Irving, because he wrote that he will considered the movie a failure if in the poster didn't appear Dr. Larch but the two young lovers: the love story wasn't what this story was about. Well, this book isn't what John Irving is about.