Booky Wook 2.

Fülszöveg

T was born to be famous, but it took J. decades for me to convey this entitlement to an indifferent world and suspicious job centres -both presumed me a nitwit, possibly with good reason as I was brilliantly disguised as a scruff-bag.
I often query the significance of— sexuality in my pursuit of success. Is the reappropriation of biological drive the engine of ambition? Is that what's compelling me forward? What's getting me out of bed in the morning? Back into bed at night? Is that what's keeping me in bed hour after hour with strangers, exchanging the baton of my lust as they pass beneath the sheets in the relay of my needs? Olympic promiscuity. The carnal flame forever burning.
My Booky Wook was one of the most revered, and successful celebrity autobiographies of all time (not including the Bible or anything by Jordan). The honesty, mayhem and scandal made it as riveting and fancifixl as anything found in fiction. In Booky Wook 2, this award-winning achievement is surpassed... Tovább

Fülszöveg

T was born to be famous, but it took J. decades for me to convey this entitlement to an indifferent world and suspicious job centres -both presumed me a nitwit, possibly with good reason as I was brilliantly disguised as a scruff-bag.
I often query the significance of— sexuality in my pursuit of success. Is the reappropriation of biological drive the engine of ambition? Is that what's compelling me forward? What's getting me out of bed in the morning? Back into bed at night? Is that what's keeping me in bed hour after hour with strangers, exchanging the baton of my lust as they pass beneath the sheets in the relay of my needs? Olympic promiscuity. The carnal flame forever burning.
My Booky Wook was one of the most revered, and successful celebrity autobiographies of all time (not including the Bible or anything by Jordan). The honesty, mayhem and scandal made it as riveting and fancifixl as anything found in fiction. In Booky Wook 2, this award-winning achievement is surpassed as Russell charts his rise from crack-house junky to Hollywood star, indulging in sexual excesses that make Caligula seem like a prudish spinster.
On his quest to find true love, Russell encountered thousands of women, often three or four at a time (for efficiency), and his dizzying ambition led to chaos and controversy that could have landed him in prison and left; the BBC in ruins.
This is the story of what happens when insatiable desire meets limitless opportunity and when a chancer from the wrong side of the tracks is given the keys to the palace. This riot of self-indulgence would be rampaging still but for a tossed bottle to the head from one of the world's biggest pop stars.
Can true love conquer all? Is it a more powerfiil force than the raging libido of a professional madman? The answer lies inside. Vissza