Richard's devastating honesty makes his journey from gay pop-star to celibate parish priest comprehensible even to atheists
[O]ne of the most readable memoirs of 2014
One of the most immensely readable - and redeemable - memoirs of the year. His book is an engaging account of eccentricity, curiosity and a profound spiritual journey. I give it a screamingly camp, happy-clappy thumbs up
Richard Coles has achieved a rare thing in writing an astonishingly honest autobiography, which, alongside the sex and drugs, presents Christian faith in a way that will surely be invitingly intriguing to an audience well beyond the church ... An immensely enjoyable memoir, whether a reader's primary interest is the music industry, the impact of AIDS, the Church of England, or a wonderfully Anglican combination of all three.
Full of wit and humour about finding god, and Jimmy Somerville.
It is a tale of redemption and of a sinner come to transformation... The Church of England is all the better for having such a priest within its ranks.
Witty, honest and - no pun intended - irreverent, it is very much a personal and at times hearbreaking account about what it was like ot be day during the period with a bit of pop-world gossip thrown in as well. Readable to say the least.
Sex, drugs, death, religion, more sex, many more deaths - it has got it all. Like a sparkling old-style chasuble worn by a Spanish priest, it is difficult to ignore
He writes with charm and erudition and his take on 1980s Britain is fascinating
Beautifully written, disarmingly frank and utterly charming