I bought this having read Clary's brilliant Briefs Encountered which inspired me to read all his other books. Obviously I knew this was autobiography and not fiction so I'm not making a direct comparison but I certainly enjoyed the fictional work more. That's not to say this is a bad book, in fact for the most part it's very enjoyable. As other reviews have noted it is extremely honest and for that Julian deserves credit. I loved the childhood part and had a lot of identification with my own childhood which is not too surprising as we are less than a year apart in age and were both raised in middle class suburbia. The identification continued up to a point up until 20 or so as I also lived in the very same part of south London that Julian was based in for some years after leaving home, though not at the same time. For me the book starts to lose it's charm at the point that Julian finds success in that fame and wealth do not seem to make him a particularly nice person. It's certainly to his credit that he writes so honestly about this period as he's intelligent enough to know it would not come across too well to a lot of readers. (I'm not talking about the promiscuity that bothers some other reviewers - that was mostly pre fame and doesn't bother me. I'm talking about his diva like behaviour.) I'd like to think that this was a stage that has now passed since the book is a few years old. Anyway, it's still a four star book that's well written and entertaining, just not his best work.