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sarah_tellesbo 's review for:
Tommyland
by Tommy Lee
Okay, first of all, if you’re writing a book and you’ve identified your own genitalia as a separate-from-you character with its own lines and independent thought process, I am automatically going to judge you a little bit. And not in a good way. Not that Tommy Lee would really care– clearly he’s the last person to give a shit about what other people think of him– but I had to throw it out there because it was SUPER WEIRD to read.
Also super weird? I can’t decide if Tommy Lee is a perpetual, whimsical man-child or whether he has some obnoxious combination of histrionic and/or narcissistic personality traits. (Maybe both?) I found myself ultra conflicted. I admire his search for happiness and childlike wonderment at the world around him, and I think he’s probably a relatively good father given the way he talks about his children… But I also want to throttle him a little when he whines about not seeing the sun for weeks on end or forgetting how to interact with humankind after being celibate and “alone” in jail for 4 months.
YOU HAD A GODDAMN PHONE IN YOUR CELL, TOMMY! YOUR ITTY-BITTY BLIP OF JAIL TIME WAS A SLIGHT INCONVENIENCE AT MOST!
Overall this book was an easy read, largely pornographic, with a scant few moments of insight and inspiration. (Don’t ask me why I was expecting anything else…) If you’re into Motley Crue and/or rockstar memoirs, I’d stick with the Nikki Sixx productions. I suppose having been sober for 14 years may have saved Mr. Sixx a few more brain cells with which to tell his story.
Sorry, Lee. Your penis ruined it for me.
Also super weird? I can’t decide if Tommy Lee is a perpetual, whimsical man-child or whether he has some obnoxious combination of histrionic and/or narcissistic personality traits. (Maybe both?) I found myself ultra conflicted. I admire his search for happiness and childlike wonderment at the world around him, and I think he’s probably a relatively good father given the way he talks about his children… But I also want to throttle him a little when he whines about not seeing the sun for weeks on end or forgetting how to interact with humankind after being celibate and “alone” in jail for 4 months.
YOU HAD A GODDAMN PHONE IN YOUR CELL, TOMMY! YOUR ITTY-BITTY BLIP OF JAIL TIME WAS A SLIGHT INCONVENIENCE AT MOST!
Overall this book was an easy read, largely pornographic, with a scant few moments of insight and inspiration. (Don’t ask me why I was expecting anything else…) If you’re into Motley Crue and/or rockstar memoirs, I’d stick with the Nikki Sixx productions. I suppose having been sober for 14 years may have saved Mr. Sixx a few more brain cells with which to tell his story.
Sorry, Lee. Your penis ruined it for me.