Both Mac and Chang released autobiographies last year. So how do they stack up? Mac weighs in at twice the size of Chang but in my opinon they both have the same amount of readable pages. Mac, with his huge ego seems to have written most of his book himself and the result is a poorly written book with plenty of drivel, badly organized and hard to find the juicy good stuff. Chang's is well written, well organized with his religious chapters clearly labeled so you can easily avoid them. They both have interesting accounts of thier early days coming up the ranks and Chang's opening chapter about winning the French Open at 17 is riveting. Mac reveals the dirt on life on the tour and his candid self-centered approach is refreshing in the beginning, then gets tiresome. In the end its a draw - 3 out of 5 stars.