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My Booky Wook | 
| Author: Russell Brand
Publisher: Hodder & Stoughton
Category: Book
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Avg. Customer Rating:  85 reviews
Sales Rank: 3636
Media: Hardcover
Number Of Items: 1
Pages: 352
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Dimensions (in): 9.3 x 6.2 x 1.5
ISBN: 0340936150
Dewey Decimal Number: 791.45092
EAN: 9780340936153
ASIN: 0340936150
Publication Date: November 15, 2007
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Pleasantly surprised August 25, 2008
I don't consider myself a RB fan but I was curious about this book. I expected it to be mad-cap & irritating and wondered how it had become so popular. However, I was captivated right from the start and impressed by Russell's honesty. The writing style meant that I needed to have a dictionary at hand sometimes to look up the unusual words he used, this spoilt things a bit (as I wanted to keep reading) but overall it was very enjoyable. Russell comes across as a very bright, caring man and I would love to read a follow up now that he's a success in the USA.
 An interesting read, unfortunately devoid of any kind of actual shame which, believe me is necessary... August 17, 2008
I bought this book due to the brilliant reviews it received, and the fact that I find Russell Brand funny. Having read 'My Booky Wook', I don't trust the people who reviewed it as much as I did, or find him as funny. Or want to. He has a very witty way of presenting events from his very interesting life; however, I did find myself quite angry at the hilarious and quirky manner in which he told stories which he really should be horrified to admit to. I don't care about the substance abuse, I don't care about the occasions in which he ruined his career - what I object to is his attitude towards women, more importantly, prostitutes. There is one sentence in the book which skirts over how he feels about prostitution now, when in fact, the countless entertaining stories of him having sex with prostitutes necessitated a lot more shame, guilt and self reflection than was provided. Also, I do feel sad that he still regards his dad as a man to impress. It seems to me that his dad is responsible for most of his warped development into adulthood. Unfortunately, I still believe that he is an intelligent man. An intelligent man who doesn't think too much of sleeping with prostitutes. Now, that is depressing.
 Couldn't put it down August 13, 2008
If you can get over the fact that this is at heart a book about a man complaining that he has had meaningless sex with too many gorgeous young women, this is actually a fantastic book. Extremely easy to read, at times insightful, at othertimes laugh out loud funny. Always entertaining.
 Oh dear, not quite the small screen icon August 8, 2008
1 out of 2 found this review helpful
If you want to read an autobiography which contains all the juicy bits about celebrities and the world of television and radio...don't bother reading this.
However, if you want to hear someone spouting on about how much heroin they took, how many times they exposed themselves, how they are demanding of the centre-of-attention and how badly they treated everyone they knew then this IS the book for you.
From what I saw in this book, RB deserves no sympathy. The whole tome is a list of how people tried to help and how he let everyone down for almost the whole book. Only in the last thirty/forty or so pages does he appear to become a human being (but only for page 30, 29 and 28). From end-of-book minus 27 pages (ish) he mostly name-drops.
To be honest, I'd rather I just saw him on the telly being funny now, because his past is not funny, not appealing, and really, you just want to flush him away, book and all.
He has done himself no favours with this. Read it and weep....for your wasted money.
 oh dear August 5, 2008
1 out of 2 found this review helpful
Another book of so called celebrity self indulgent clap trap. We've all lived a life, experienced things, not been in control of what happened to us during our formative years. But we grew up and got on and dealt with it. No sympathy here, in fact this book has been the last straw, pushed me over the edge into a place where I now refuse to even look at a celeb autobiography ever again.
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