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For anyone who has ever read a book by Jeffrey Archer but would rather die than admit it,
This review is from: The Encyclopaedia of Guilty Pleasures (Hardcover)
This book, published in 2006, might be getting on a bit now but it is still a very entertaining read. Life seems so dreary sometimes these days that its age actually gives it an additional nostalgic edge. Parts of it, like 'Terry Wogan's Eurovision Commentary', are dated. Others, like the entry for 'Max Clifford' just make for quite uncomfortable reading on a whole host of levels. Generally speaking though, a secret love of Pop-Tarts, Bubble Wrap and The Village People is still going to be relevant whatever year you're in. Quite frankly, it's rather a relief to have finally found a place I can actually admit to things like that, in the company of like-minded people who do at least seem to be fairly sane. They're extremely funny writers too.
It seems that six different authors put this work together, perhaps comparing lists of secret pleasures over a few plates of Alphabetti Spaghetti and some Mini Cheddars. It reads as though it was written by just one entity though, and that is someone with a wicked sense of humour and the keys to 1001 of our collective most guilty secrets. It is entertaining enough to occupy a position somewhere in the house that is NOT the smallest room in it, for it can actually hold the attention for quite a long period of time. It's the shared humiliation, it's so addictive.
I can't describe my joy in discovering that I was not alone in admiring 'the creative genius' of Ms Adrienne Barbeau! That's the lady from 'The Fog', do you remember? She was Stevie Wayne, the owner of the world's most boring radio station. Well, when I say 'creative genius', what I really mean is her chest. You've just opened up a separate window and typed all that into your search engine, haven't you? For research purposes? No? Oh well, that must just be me then.
The really fascinating thing about writing a review of this book is the fact that 'Amazon Reviews' is actually one of the guilty pleasures mentioned in it! So, if we just take this review and run it past that entry, we find my 'badly-drawn thoughts and ill-founded opinions' although obviously I am neither an overenthusiastic 'Chuck123 from Arizona' nor a somewhat feisty 'Jenny H from Basingstoke'. She sounds more like an alter ego I could really go places with though, and even that seems like a respectable sort of thing to confess to now that I've read this book's entry on 'Female Impersonators'.
Apparently a glowing review here will be because the reviewer knows the authors. I don't of course, although I would have said they do seem like six people I wouldn't mind being stuck in a lift with. That is, I would have said that before learning that at least one of them is an advocate of farting in lifts and trying to pass it off as a genuine 'guilty pleasure'. Ah, but it seems that all these reviewing rules go completely out of the window where this book is concerned because it's worth a great review simply because it's great, right?
Oh, go on then.