A short critique of Elton John’s autobiography, Me
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Look who’s back with Book-of-the-Month, kids!
Except, this selection is not for kids. (Nor are any of the books I review, really.)
Anyway, this one is definitely worth your time. Pick it up. Jump right in.
Enjoy, my dear.
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Me by Elton John (2019)
My beautiful best friend, who lives nearly two-hours away, sent me this hardback in the mail. With it, a hand-written letter saying, “I tore through this book in just a few days and thought of you so many times as I read it. In a time where we’re all stuck inside, good books are even more important and I love being able to share one with you.”
Heart thoroughly warmed, I used her note as my bookmark, and settled in for the ride.
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I’ve always loved Elton. I was a 90s kid who owned The Lion King soundtrack on cassette tape. I played it over and over and over. And, I might add, the songs I enjoyed most were those performed by Elton himself.
Dude. Circle of Life. Chills.
Anyway, while I’ve always been a fan, there is quite a lot I never knew about him.
The man. The myth. The piano-playing legend.
His autobiography tells the tale of his life with such thoughtfulness, humility, and love.
It reads like the confession of a man who has nothing to prove–or maybe–something indefinable to prove only to himself. It reads with a reflective wisdom I think can only come with time.
It’s honest. It’s juicy. It’s healing.
And, maybe it’s surprising I never knew he was a coke addict. (But to be fair, he’s been sober for most of my life.) But he owns his struggles and shortcomings with a graciousness I find refreshing.
(Don’t worry, girl. I didn’t dog-ear your book.) (But I um, did spill a little chocolate ice cream on it. Love you!)
How about this one:
But I’ve never had writer’s block, I’ve never sat down with one of Bernie’s lyrics and nothing has come out. I don’t know why. I can’t explain it and I don’t want to explain it. Actually, I love that I can’t explain it. It’s the spontaneity of it that’s beautiful (John).
And with that, I’ll leave you to go enjoy your favorite Elton track, Dear Reader.
You know you have one.
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SnapDragon is a writer, artist, and unapologetic purchaser of buttermilk ranch.
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