At first glance this may seem like another shiny glossy item of merchandise you pick up from the stall at one of his concerts. It has all the right moves, the tour jokes, gleaming photographs and personal confessions and bravado. You can take it as that or you can choose to see something else. The small glances and looks in the photos which betray something deeper, the quiet and also load interplay between Robbie and his tour family and the way that this book is not just about robbie himself, but his world and those surrounding him. I'm not saying this is a work of epic proportions, or a cheesy pop profile either. It's a good book, with good people in it just trying to get along in life. How often can you say that nowdays?