Delivered exactly what I expected from it.

I'd already read a partial biography of Fred, so I knew to expect some glossing over in this book, and there indeed was a lot of it, - but it made for a pleasant read.

The sort of vibe Fred gave out while dancing and/or singing is present here as well. I think he struck a good middle ground between screen Astaire and real Astaire, letting us know there was hard work in his craft, and just what a worrier and a bit of a bore he was, without the book itself ending up to be boring or on the other hand featuring too much "unpleasantness". Just the right tone.
I think he was the master of that, really. On screen as a presence, as a dancer and as a singer. And, apparently, as a writer as well.

(I believe he actually wrote this himself, by himself, though I'd assume somebody gave it a once-over afterwards. But it seems authentic. Sometimes a bit meandering or jumping between unrelated things. As I think somebody's actual memoirs would be.)

And I guess having spent his life surrounded by 3 women he by all accounts loved deeply (mother, sister, wife), the conservative & Republican Fred actually managed not to sound sexist at any point in the book (unlike my dear Buster Keaton), so I considered that a lovely bonus. (Ain't it sad.)