I don't watch TV, and I had never heard of Ross Mathews before reading this book, but that didn't stop me from enjoying his blend of camp and candour. Except for a regrettable insult to an unfortunately-named figure-skater, Mathews is seldom mean-spirited. He is refreshingly honest about his celebrity worship and wonderfully comfortable with his homosexual identity. He did not come easily to his current state of casual self-acceptance. I was touched by his description of his family. I loved the story of how he dealt with his first homophobic insult: he is a realistic role model for the unassertive.
Chelsea Handler's afterword is peculiar and self-referential. Gwyneth Paltrow has written a good-natured, affectionate foreword.
I loved this book. I am a big fan of Ross Matthews anyway, but his stories are fun. I read the entire book in an octive higher, just because these words are straight (I use the term lightly) from Ross' mouth.
Cute and fluffy.
Matthews is a familiar side-kick to the likes of Jay Leno and Chelsea Handler. He relates anecdotes about his childhood and how he broke into the Hollywood business first as an intern, then as an on air correspondent. Has some interesting tales about meeting Gwyneth Paltrow, Madonna and a few others. No trash talking though. That's not this kind of book, but good for a laugh.
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