My Booky Wook

My Booky Wook
Russell Brand
Hodder & Stoughton, 2008

First impression:
Being a great fan of Russell Brand and his trademark of bizarre honesty, I do have my hopes up for his autobiography even if I do regret that I cannot hear him read it. The cover promises a "funny" read and I suppose it will be, even if the press generally have an ability to turn sincere weirdness into an object of ridicule. I am occasionally confused by complicated sentence structures, but my eyes are open.

Review:
First of all, I think the two basic premises for enjoying an autobiography are, firstly, to be interested, not only in the person writing, but in their personal goings-on. I am not entirely sure this is the case with me, as media personalities and I do not get along very well. To be honest, we are all human beings. But I did enjoy being told little anecdotes and gaining a broader perspective on what kind of person this gentleman is. Secondly, I think, to some degree, you need to be familiar with the events described - in other words, you need to know what the book is going to be about, just to enjoy that feeling of inclusion, finding out secret details, if you will. So, generally not being the ideal audience for this book, I enjoyed it well enough and had no trouble going through it, but I cannot say the genre is one I will seek out in future.

Rating: Good