My eyes glazed over as I read multiple sections of this book. (Though the love letters from Kim Jong Un are wild!) It’s not Bob Woodward’s fault—Trump talks in circles and believes he’s the savior of the world. At one point, he tells Woodward, “I’ve done a tremendous amount for the Black community….And honestly, I’m not feeling any love.” How do you get a low empathy, self-centered president to admit he’s your typical white supremacist to admit he has privilege and has made missteps with the virus response? Woodward’s frustration is palpable. Perhaps it’s why, in the end, Woodward states, “Trump is the wrong man for the job.”