I don't watch TV, and I had never heard of Ross Mathews before reading this book, but that didn't stop me from enjoying his blend of camp and candour. Except for a regrettable insult to an unfortunately-named figure-skater, Mathews is seldom mean-spirited. He is refreshingly honest about his celebrity worship and wonderfully comfortable with his homosexual identity. He did not come easily to his current state of casual self-acceptance. I was touched by his description of his family. I loved the story of how he dealt with his first homophobic insult: he is a realistic role model for the unassertive.
Chelsea Handler's afterword is peculiar and self-referential. Gwyneth Paltrow has written a good-natured, affectionate foreword.