You Don’t Know Me, Ricky Martin

By: Paige Jurgensen

The Puerto Rican singer Ricky Martin is very talented — but he should stick to singing.

Ricky Martin’s “Me” is quite possibly the worst autobiography I’ve ever read.

I recently went through a phase of reading nothing but celebrity autobiographies, so I thought reading the book would be a good idea. Honestly, I only read about two-thirds of the book before I just couldn’t go on anymore. The pages of Martin’s autobiography consist of him overusing the phrase ‘needless to say,’ and not-so-subtly dropping celebrity names.

One element of the book that really made me dislike “Me” was that Martin came off as a bit conceited. For one thing, the front and back covers are just large photographs of Martin attempting to seduce the reader.

Secondly, Martin’s tone of writing was very condescending, as if he’s trying to tell the reader, “You will never be as famous as me,” which made me go, “Shut up, Ricky Martin, you don’t know me!” several times throughout the book.

I found Ricky Martin’s “Me” in the Best-Seller section of the library, although I have no idea how it could ever be a best-seller, mostly because I cannot imagine anyone spending any amount of money on such a terrible waste of paper.

I cannot say there was anything I truly enjoyed about Ricky Martin’s “Me.”

I truly hope Martin never condemns the world of literature to another train-wreck autobiography and just sticks to singing.