When I chose this book, I was interested because it was a memoir about a successful man with Aspergers. What I didn’t expect was that he was Augusten Burrough’s brother. His family life was twisted by his mother’s madness and his father’s alcoholism, but the irony is that Asperger’s shielded him from the worst of his family’s problems. Robison’s memoir is touching and sad, but it is also laugh out loud hysterical. He was an extremely intelligent boy (now adult) and was involved in intricate pranks. More than that, his patience and interest in electronics and cars gave him the knowledge that would allow him to escape his family. What is fascinating (and fantastic) is how he was able to cope with serious social problems without realizing that he was ‘different.’ He has a great sense of self, and this comes through in his writing.