Well, I have come to the conclusion that this blog is more of a healthy way to talk to myself without seeming quite as eccentric. Anywho, I'm reading and really enjoying My Booky Wook by Russell Brand. I don't know if it was my obsession with his gorgeous wife, Katy Perry, or the fact that he is ridiculously funny, but it might have been the excerpt in Cosmo a couple of months ago. It was the chapter in his second book about how he met Katy and I fell in love with him right there on the spot. From that moment on I was consumed by need. I needed to read these books! Since it was before Christmas, I of course, begged for them to be under the tree or in my stocking. Terrible, I know! A twenty-year-old practically writing to Santa for two books about a man with addictions to sex, drugs, alcohol and comedy. Well my prayers were answered... sort of. My bestest friend in the entire world came through for me and, in addition to the new DVD release of Beauty and the Beast, I found a nicely wrapped copy of the first Booky Wook. The second I needed to buy myself, but at 30% off, it was a bargain.
I cannot get this book out of my head. I'm starting to talk in a British accent. It's that bad.
The story starts in sex rehab, moves on to a back story of a chubby mamma's boy who's addicted to cookies. From his first clumsy forays with girls, to his first toke of pot, Russell weaves a wonderfully delicious story of his life. He holds nothing back and manages to come off as sweet and honest. Something rather hard to do in a book who's opening line reads as such: "On the morning of April Fool's Day, 2005, I woke up in a sexual addiction treatment center in a suburb of Philadelphia."
I cannot begin to express my love for this book. Read it. Now. Seriously. I will recommend this book to anyone who asks; or even if they don't ask.
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