Reading 'I Am Ozzy' feels like diving headfirst into a rock 'n' roll hurricane—Ozzy Osbourne’s autobiography is anything but a slow burn. At around 400 pages, it’s a wild ride through his chaotic life, from Black Sabbath’s early days to bat-biting antics and beyond. If you’re a fast reader or super invested in music memoirs, you might blast through it in 8–10 hours. But honestly, I took my time, savoring the absurdity and heartbreak. Some chapters, like his descent into addiction, hit harder and made me pause to absorb them. The writing’s conversational, so it flows easily, but the stories are so outrageous that I kept stopping to laugh or gasp.
For context, I read it over a weekend, splitting it into two 5-hour sessions with breaks to process the madness. If you’re juggling it with work or school, maybe 4–5 days at an hour per night? It’s addictive, though—once you start, you’ll want to binge it like a
Netflix documentary. The audiobook, narrated by Ozzy himself, is a riot and might shave off time if you multitask. Either way, it’s a sprint, not a marathon, because you’ll be too hooked to put it down.