By the time I finished Brotherhood, I found the title ironic. Neither of the Chopra brothers focused much attention on their relationship. They wrote alternating chapters in this dual memoir, and I enjoyed getting two different perspectives on the same events. I loved learning about India from native sons. However, about midway through, the memoir devolved into a very impersonal story of two parallel careers in medicine. Sanjiv’s chapters read like a resume´. Deepak’s chapters read like a series of lectures on ayurvedic medicine and spirituality. I was curious about how he felt when Sanjiv questioned his professionalism, and how he felt about his pregnant wife having to drive herself to the hospital when labor began, because he was working. I was curious about whether their fame and success led to conflicts with their children. And how did it change them when they became uncles and grandfathers. In the end, I was disappointed because this is a chronology of their lives, rather than self-reflection about their lives. ( )

I might be a little biased, but in this double autobiography, it was Deepak Chopra who kept my full attention. Apart from excelling at what he does, Deepak Chopra has that uncanny spark of appeal to a reader. The famous doctor (whose name became nothing short of a household word) talks with deep humility and candid self-examination about arriving at his chosen path, baring his soul, admitting to failures and doubts that I had no idea existed in his life, though I have read most of his books. He sums it up: "When I stepped away from the pack, I realized that you can't be a lighthouse without also being a lightening rod".
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