Ladies, gentlemen, Anderson Cooper: Olympic gold medalist and America's sweetheart Michael Phelps is in town. Sure, Phelps-mania was put on the back burner during that whole election thing, but it has re-arrived, and if you want to stand in his superhuman shadow then you best get yourself over to the Barnes & Noble at 5th Avenue and 46th Street by 12:30 today. He'll be there promoting his new book, No Limits: The Will to Succeed, which documents his entire life up through his big wins in Beijing. We suppose if he can swim at world record speeds, then it makes sense he wrote a memoir in three months.





He was great in the Olympics... but c'mon, do you really think his "memoir" will be full of anything but fluff and cliches.
Please. Michael Phelps had a hard time coming up with anything interesting to say during the entire Olympics. Remember his famous "I'm at a loss of words?" that he repeated over and over and over and over? He was probably one of the least endowed athletes in the vocabulary department that I've heard in the last few years. This book might encompass an interesting story of his life, but to say he wrote the whole thing...in 3 months?!...is beyond silly.
I wonder if it has any insight into his post-Olympic tail.
The line at B&N was ridiculous when I went in there during lunch. Funny thing was that most of the employees there kept calling him Phillips. In another ten years, everybody will probably call him that.
This book might encompass an interesting story of his life, but to say he wrote the whole thing...in 3 months?!...is beyond silly.
Do you really think he wrote so much as a word of it? That's what ghostwriters are for.