Ian has taken the worst experience a parent can endure and has spun it into a love poem of such potency and tenderness that even grief takes a back seat... By the end of it we all love Billie; we all mourn her untimely passing, and we are all enriched for having known her.

The heartbreak jumps out from these pages, but there is hope in them too. Ian's writing celebrates his daughter's life, and he, his wife and son have somehow found a way to grieve for her, remember her and include her in their family without being maudlin

John Robison's book is an immensely affecting account of a life lived according to his gifts rather than his limitations. His story provides ample evidence for my belief that individuals on the autistic spectrum are just as capable of rich and productive lives as anyone else

Deeply felt and often darkly funny, Look Me in the Eye is a delight

It's a fantastic life story (highlights include building guitars for KISS) told with grace, humor, and a bracing lack of sentimentality

There's an endearing quality to Robison and his story that transcends the "Scissors" connection ... Look Me in the Eye is often drolly funny and seldom angry or self-pitying. Even when describing his fear that he'd grow up to be a sociopathic killer, Robison brings a light touch to what could be construed as dark subject matter ... Robison is also a natural storyteller and engaging conversationalist

Robison seems likable, honest and completely free of guile, qualities well served by writing that is lean, powerful in its descriptive accuracy and engaging in its understated humor. It is also emotionally gripping

Robison’s lack of finesse with language is not only forgivable, but an asset to his story . . . His rigid sentences are arguably more telling of his condition than if he had created the most graceful prose this side of Proust.

Advice that focuses on training you - the parents - rather than your kids. A refreshing approach.