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“Johnny raises his arm like a demented choirmaster…” Why? Why, bitch? Did you giggle over what you thought was a genius line you thought up all on your own? Thunders is paying for your travel. Food. Hotel stays. Your fucking cups of coffee & still and continuously the insults. Honey, you’re not even a 21st century “creative.” Any and every opportunity for potshots. The trust he gave you wasn’t deserved.

Man, I don’t even know what crappy page I’m up to, dragging along, BORED.
Maybe just abandon this so-called “author”’s “bio”—there’s so much Jerry Nolan, do I bother w/that book at all or just trash it?
Sitting here thinking about it suddenly pops into my head slam books and burn books, wtf kind of bio do you get when you leech onto a human and write every damn bad thing about them?

This is no biography. It’s an imbecile of an author who focused on only writing about drugs with a little bit of nobody-gives-a-shit-about filler in between. I don’t know if I can be bothered dignifying this two-faced dolt by reading anymore, it’s boring af. smfh

What reason for this book? It’s hard to find a reason for Johnny Thunders. The amazing guitar player, writer, singer; foul-mouthed, rude, sometimes crude, smart ass who wouldn’t hesitate to beat the shit out of you with his guitar—just some of the things I always loved about him. Hey, NYC. And his Queens mouth the same as mine, but better. Note: Pg. 138 “I have a heart, you know. I’m still a human being.”

No matter how many times I pick this up, when I’m done for that 15 minutes I can barely tell you wtf I even read, that’s how uninteresting this is. I devour books constantly. This one? Sadly, I have not one fcuk to give. Better off remembering him when I was 16, bent over, wasted, playing & singing a damn good show. And having to turn away or put my head down because it hurt so much to watch him.💔

This book sucks. It sucks bad. Biography? Kinda sorta not really. It’s no longer taking forever to get through because I’m only reading it when I’m around to eat; even then I’m not interested in continuing. Boring af, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, the sky is blue, but not much else. Wasn’t this woman hanging around like a leech or was it my mistake thinking she’d led us to believe so?

It’s interesting to find you’re reading a biography about a person who’s barely in it. It’s also taking forever to get through a book that should only take a couple days *at most* to read, because it’s so dry and boring af. There’s nothing here prodding me on, it’s not a page turner, there’s no “need to know.” Essentially dead air and random crap you couldn’t care less about. Damn.😒

Yeah. I started it 13 days ago. When a book is so boring&unengaging, you’ve gotta chuck it or relegate it to a couple pages a day w/your breakfast&lunch&how long does *that* take to eat?? Tremendous disappointment; will it somehow redeem itself? I’m a fxn editor, author&writer. I work in book publishing&advertising. That there’s 3, 4, 5 star reviews, gotta check those out; I always like a good laugh.

No way I’m recommending this crap. Waldo’s book is way better. So far one good quote from JT; stupid quote bits from all & sundry. Up to the Anarchy tour, which we all know blew thanks to Rotten fcuking it all up. Bi*ch, back to creative writing 101. And I’m not talking about the typos, grammar—INCORRECT “FACTS,” et.al. JT thought she was smart?? He was just a kid who didn’t know any better.

I believe I did what for me is unthinkable for a book and threw this in the trash because it was…trash.🤷🏻‍♀️

I couldn’t get into this book. Couldn’t get past page 1. Was just a single page *that boring* as I recall? Was it because something was just that bad in my life for so long that I couldn’t read *anything* whatsoever at all? Did I think with everything Ramones long-ago exhausted that this at least might do the trick? Maybe bc Seymour had talked his head off to me at a Marky’s Blitzkrieg at The Gramercy? TBD

Ah, Seymour, you’re causing me problems. I can’t get into this book, and I really want(ed) to. It was so much easier just to talk to you. Or rather you talked, I listened. And now you’re gone.

I am a freaking book editor. This hellscape of a volume is awful. An obvious THESIS from hell. The quagmire of this utter piece of dreck is taking me forever to read because the writing is crap; it’s a tangled nightmare of a** kissing and bs; Beeber’s ridiculously far-reaching desperation and fantasies; and his constantly calling Debbie Harry the “Shiksa Goddess” makes me want to stick a fork in my eye.🤬

What a fkg horrible, arduous, dense, tedious read by a pompous wasn’t-there, trying to glorify his thesis. Please kill me.👿

Abandoned

So wretchedly horrible and I’m only on page 36. Uninteresting, boring, unengaging, and stays in its endless belly flop as it drones on and on and on. It’s bad.
She: Must be in need of cash
Pub co: Fire the editor who accepted this trash. No one cares about Demi anymore, she’s no longer relevant, and has already previously written anything worth a human read. Everything about Moore you never wanted to know.

Wth?! I put it down and now I can’t find it! :(

Terrible. Boring af. Idiotic characters, and not even one of them is likeable. I have no idea why my subconscious keeps making me pick it up. I guess I’m hoping, somewhere, somehow, this piece of garbage might turn out pretty great. Thisclose to being shelved as “Abandoned.”

I will say it’s a sad life for anyone to endure. Only on page 36, by now putting it aside has become the norm for me. Do I keep reading, hoping her life gets better, so I can continue reading more wretchedness? Or ditch it now and move on to something else? Because she’s just making *me* miserable. And I don’t want to willfully be made miserable.

Dismal, depressing, I didn’t expect every single chapter so far to put me off reading this poor me, my life is just one very fkd up family, one disaster right after another. Published for nothing but money, and spilling unnecessary private crap after crap after crap. Anddd: money. Demi must need some. Or a lot. I felt bad for this stranger during and after the whole Aston Kutcher debacle; but just lie low already.

Thirty-six pages of blah, blah, blah that should’ve been cut and rewritten by the author down to one to give at most. Ugh.

The boredom is so never-ending, it’s unbearable. This is the editor’s fault. I’ve been a book editor and department head for three imprints all at the same time, for a long time, and I would never allow this. Rule number one: if it’s written by a lauded (*cough* *cough*) author or celeb: LEAVE IT ALONE. If it’s horrendously written by a bestselling author: I’M the one who has to rewrite this pile of shit.

Ugh, I was reading this; afraid it’d get stolen if I brought it to the hospital, I didn’t; lost somewhere in my house anyway. :(

I think I’m just sick of things series. Abandoned for now.

Abandoned for now...

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