Seriously, I don’t know what the fuss is about.
Within are faithful accounts of the important events in Palin’s life that led to this point – I will admit it leans heavily to the creative side, with only a little bit of politics thrown in, almost as an afterthought – this doesn’t, however, demean or decrease the enjoyment of being able to bask in the absolute genius that is Palin, and many of Palin’s innermost, most honest thoughts…
I… Huh? What?
Oh, fuck no.
Less funny than the other one?
Diaries, 1969-79: The Python Years. A really excellent book. What were you thinking?