From the literary genius who churned out two autobiographical masterpieces, this is more than a disappointment, it is an insult. First, let us compare covers to
My Booky Wook: A Memoir of Sex, Drugs, and Stand-Up
and
Booky Wook 2: This Time It's Personal
- notice a difference? That's right, no ugly female making things uncomfortable. Look at him in the background, even he is surprised to see someone else on the front cover of a book bearing his name. And he should be. The talentless pop sensation known as Katy Perry has three things going for her, and two of them are boobs. Well, maybe three if you count Russel Brand at this point, and to be honest, even as the president of his fan club, I am heartily considering it.
The story opens up innocuously enough, two lonely misunderstood artists entering the game already passed their peaks, ordering lattes at Starbucks, gazing into each others' eyes, wondering if it wasn't only the scent of caffeine and wasted youth (referring to the hipster baristas, not them) perfectly brewing that one chilly LA morning. Brand looked at Perry and began "Ey, uh, you're that singer, the one with the boobs, no?" to which Perry replied shyly "Oh, um, yes, I suppose I am." Brand continued "What do you say we ummm, go back to my place and shag?" the rest, as they say in Hollywood, is history. History that David Stone has a poor habit of rendering into the most boring gibberish imaginable to anyone not psychically retarded. I will transcribe a few sentences:
The sky rested above the hills like a resting sky above some hills.
Fame always seemed to be far away, as if it were in the distance.
The two connected like saran wrap connecting to something it was sealing, and then sealed it.
In retrospect it seems as if their destinies were fated to collide, like Charles Manson and Roman Polanski, or Pasta and Cheese.
Sex has a way of bonding two people, especially if they are into bondage.
He didn't look quite the same without all of his make up, but then again, neither did she, and disappointment in LA smells a lot like rain in London, by which I mean, a lot.
These are just a few sentences taken at random. The saddest part of this whole fiasco is that we all know Russel Brand is deeply homosexual. Again, look at his terror on the cover: those are the eyes of a man, staring at another man's ass, while being too close to a real live vagina. Gay men can smell menstruation, it's a well known scientific fact, much like the fact that bears can, he is obviously trembling with that knowledge during this particular photo shoot.
Anyway, if you like really bad books about people you very much love, I urge you to pick it up.
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