My Booky Wook, Russell Brand

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In this autobiography, Brand tells us about his disturbing, self-indulgent life. It's kind of sad, really, but he manages to make it very funny and relatable. This is weird, because I've read several first-person accounts of drug addiction, and none of them made me laugh before.

Excerpt:
The "naked woman," whose presence in my copy of The Guardian necessitated its confiscation, is actually made of marble. My sexual addiction hasn't yet involved the molestation of sculptures. I don't--on seeing the Venus de Milo--think "Phwooar! I wouldn't mind a go in her armpit."