This book is probably best enjoyed by serious fans of Star Trek: the Next Generation, and even then you should probably have a high tolerance for wacky hijinks paired with disturbing stalker details. Luckily I have always loved Data, and Brent Spiner has certainly created something memorable in this amalgam of memoir and Hollywood whodunit. The result seems like an episode where the Holodeck is glitching big time and all safety protocols are off.