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Man, this book is excellent. It's like 500 pages of US Weekly. And I mean that in a good way. Fun fact: La Isla Bonita was originally written for Michael Jackson to perform. Yikes. Somehow, despite breaking the most basic rules of writing, Taraborelli managed to suck me in. In order to make the book flow, he inserted his own conjectures "Madonna must have felt that..." It's only a careful reader who will notice that half the time he's piecing together the drama and emotions, but hey, it works. Granted, some of the writing is just purely absurd. Witness this paragraph, which I flagged to share with my Goodreads friends. I present to you page 324: "After a moment's hesitation, Gwenyth leapt onto the table to join her friend. Once up there, to the delight of at least 200 partygoers, Madonna and Gwenyth locked eyes and began dancing, both seemingly in a seductive trance, their movements unabashedly voluptuous. With their hands arched over their heads, they teased and beckoned each other as they performed what looked like an impromptu version of a Greek ritualistic dance called the "Tsamikos" (where each dancer clutches the corner of a white handkerchief held aloft- only there was no handkerchief between the two friends.)" Despite the brazenly cheesy writing and Madonna adulation, the author somehow managed to craft the bio into a compelling fairy tale, complete with an ending that actually choked me up.