To start with, you must be a fan of Russell Brand's standup to appreciate this book. If you do not like that type of humor, you will not like this book. Period. Fortunately, I LOVE Russell Brand's standup, and found the book a breezy, intriguing read. The beginning had a couple of draggy bits, but by chapter two it was just a rollercoaster of hilarity, followed by one chapter of draggy bits, and then the final chapter of complete and utter touching sweetness that was so unexpected I had to give it the extra star. (Though, I will admit, I have not yet read the first installment, and that may have put me out of order.)

I feel after reading this book two things: 1.) Russell Brand (if you can believe his sexploitations portrayed in this tome) seems to have replaced his drug and alcohol addiction with a sexual one. 2.) He seems to see women either as sex objects or mother figures, and wishes for whomever his wife is to be both for him, to take care of him and pull him from his constant precipice of madness.

The thing that has always struck me about him is that though he is hyper, raunchy and a bit... well, all over the place at times... is that clearly he comes from a place of intelligence and deep thinking despite his persona. He appreciates those who are well spoken, as he is himself, and also for them to have a good sense of humor, because life is too short to take anything-- especially yourself!-- too seriously.

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