My Booky Wook by Russell Brand

I tried. Really, I did. But I couldn't do it ... I made it about 75 pages into this, and decided it just wasn't worth my time and energy.

And I even read People magazine and care about stupid star stuff. But there is nothing of value in this book that I can discern. I waded through pages and pages of his bad childhood, filled with vague British references that require at least one footnote on every page, just so you can sort of understand what Brand is saying.

Nope. Couldn't do it. And that's saying a lot.