The worst celebrity memoirs?
Mine will be Ricky Martin’s *Me*.
For starters, he couldn't even be bothered to narrate it himself; another man did the reading.
Secondly, it was so hollow. He had absolutely nothing to say — despite a wild youth. He comes across like an empty vase.
Instead, he rambled on about everything and nothing, spouting pseudo-philosophy. And I’m certain it wasn't even him doing it, but his ghostwriter—probably just to pad out the length. Maybe Ricky simply didn't share any real stories, so they had to fill the page count somehow, and the ghostwriter just churned out nonsense.
I read a lot of celebrity memoirs, and I remember how infuriated I was by that book—by just how empty it was.
Update: I also remembered that I couldn't finish listening to Selma Blair’s *Mean Baby: A Memoir of Growing Up*, even though I had been looking forward to it. She talked about herself in such a boring way that I eventually started fast-forwarding. I realized I simply wasn't interested in what she was saying, so I just turned it off.
I also found Matthew McConaughey’s *Greenlights* hard to read and gave up on it. Right now, I’m giving Jessica Simpson’s *Open Book* a second chance—this time as an audiobook. I tried reading it before but found it boring, so I decided to try the audio version since everyone was praising the book. I’m listening to it slowly for now, though it is a bit dull. And Jessica speaks so strangely, as if she has a mouthful of nuts. Has she always spoken like that? It’s distracting. I didn't know she almost made it into the *Mickey Mouse Club* alongside Gosling, Britney, Christina, and Timberlake.