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NataliaV: I got the book yesterday from Amazon (arrived earlier than I expected.) Anyone else have it yet? I'm about 1/2 way through (though I did skim the rest a bit last night.) As I would have expected from Johnny's journal posts, it is very readable. So far I am most at how he described Michael Weiss (not so much what Johnny thinks of him, but the words used.) Page 80. The reason why he had to withdraw from the GPF in China (pp 116-117) - "Oh, Johnny!" - you hit the nail on the head, Patti! There's lots of sweetness there too, though, including Johnny's first sexual experiences, and his deeply meaningful 2005 Worlds exhibition performance. People who don't like Johnny now aren't apt to change their minds from what I've read so far, but those who appreciate all that he is are in for a treat. Wait'll you see the baby bird photo! by snoopysnake http://www.fsuniverse.net/forum/showthread.php?t=76876 Книга легко читается (пока прочел половину), удивлен как Джонни описывает Майкла Вайса, причины, по которым Джонни снялся с Финала ГП в Китае. Очень много милых подробностей, включая первые сексуальные опыты, а также глубоко значимое показательное выступление на ЧМ 2005. Люди, которые не любят Джонни, не изменят своего мнения (из того, что я прочитал до сих пор), а те, кто его ценит, получат удовольствие.

NataliaV: что-то я не удивлена словам о Майкле Вайсе.

NataliaV: на weirsjohnny Just finished reading. I really really really hate the USFSA. One thing is for sure after reading this. If he does compete again he will have to do it outside the US system. Even if he was willing to deal with the USFSA again, after the things he disclosed in the book there is no way they would have him. He makes them look SO BAD with the crap they pulled in 2010. Только что прочитал. Я действительно ненавижу ЮСФСА. Я уверен в одном, если Джонни и будет когда-нибудь соревноваться, то за пределами американской системы. Даже если ему и захочется опять иметь с ними дело, то после того, что он раскрыл в своей книге, путь туда ему заказан. Так много дерьма они вылили на него в 2010.

Elle: Так много дерьма они вылили на него в 2010. Да разве только в 2010! Я действительно ненавижу ЮСФСА. +1000

NataliaV: Elle пишет: Да разве только в 2010! и не говори.

Золотко: а как вы думаете... в инете спустя какое-то время можно будет найти перевод????

NataliaV: Золотко как только кто-то из безумных фанов получит книгу. ))) это явно буду не я, ибо у меня остался один день свободы, я даже не знаю, как книгу-то читать буду. (((

Elle: Золотко, Джонни обещал перевод на русский.Правда, не определил сроков

NataliaV: и это после перевода на испанский.))))

Золотко: Elle пишет: Золотко, Джонни обещал перевод на русский.Правда, не определил сроков САМ??????????? ооо! тогда я буду смиренно ждать! NataliaV пишет: и это после перевода на испанский.)))) че ит? там много испанскоговорящих поклонников?

NataliaV: стало быть. Странно, что не на японский.

Elle: Испанский в США второй язык

Золотко: Elle пишет: Испанский в США второй язык ну они же, наверное, и по-англицки разумеют, раз там живут?

Elle: Разумеют, но на родном - лучше:) К тому же испанский - это вся Латинская Америка, соседи США

Золотко: Elle пишет: К тому же испанский - это вся Латинская Америка, соседи США про них я думала, да... Elle пишет: Разумеют, но на родном - лучше:) мне тоже на родном лучше , понимаю

Lumière: как-то из латинской америки мало пока фигуристов если, конечно, бразилец прекрасный но всё же там фк не так развито, чтобы им интересовались поэтому всё же японский и русский логичнее

NataliaV: из Джонниной книжки, поэтому сюда. Детка Johnny at 18 months, doing 'ballet fingers' http://weir.ru/forums-m-posts-q-885-n-unread.html#unread http://community.livejournal.com/weirsjohnny/139816.html?style=mine#cutid1

NataliaV: "An unlikely duo: me and Evan Lysacek and the Vancouver Olympic Games, February 2010"

vize: я собираюсь купить книгу и даже пойти на book signing. это как по-русски? когда он в магазине книгу подписывает для желающих.

NataliaV: vize автограф-сессия. Обними его от нас. )))

vize: NataliaV пасиб. и что ему от вас передать? чего говорить? я вообще-то ни разу никогда так не ходила и никого, просто совсем никого из фигуристов в реале не видела.

Elle: vize, привет из Москвы, пожалуйста, передай

vize: Elle передам! если смогу, возьму с собой маленькую видео камеру. вот фотик у меня только большой dSLR. я уже лихорадочно думаю у кого смогу маленький фотоаппарат одолжить для этого дела.

Elle: vize , ой, это было бы просто замечательно! Скажи ему,что мы скучаем

NataliaV: а большим фотиком можно хорошие фото сделать, не? А на видео привет для нас передать... ууу, кажется я поехала.

vize: NataliaV дык а кому просить привет передавать то? (я себе наверное попрошу, чтобы потом самй смотреть. лол. это таки сумашествие!) по поводу большого фотика: он у меня большой, только навыки мои маленькие. объектив у меня один, вспышка самая примитивная. так что супер фоток не будет всё равно. это раз. я наверное смогу им пофотать пока буду где-то там в очереди стоять или просто околачиваться. но он большой и тяжелый, мне его в одной руке очень трудно держать. сколько раз я не пытралась навести его на саму себя одной рукой и щёлкнуть - ни разу ничего хорошего не вышло. а пойду я совсем одна. посему если уж я буду фотать себя с Джонником, то фотик мне нужен маленький, чтоб удобно было в одной руке.

NataliaV: vize всей России, Белоруссии и Израилю.

vize: NataliaV konechno budu ego prosit'!

Qwessta: Elle пишет: vize, привет из Москвы, пожалуйста, передай и из Иерусалима передай от мамы с дочкой, которые были на Капе!

vize: Qwessta я потом перед походом сюда вернусь и на бумажечку себе всё запишу. а то боюсь, что я там разнервничаюсь и всё забуду.

Elle: vize, я тебя еще один привет попрошу передать, так что зайди

vize: Elle так давай пиши!

Elle: Привет с севера России, из Магадана, где добывают природные самородки золота, такие как он сам

vize: Elle обещаю на бумажечку всё записать и ему зачитать.

Elle: Лерочка

vize: Elle ну я с вами тут всегда рада виртуально пообниматься и почмокаться. но ты подожди до 18-го. а хотя зачем? мы и сейчас, и потом! вам, правда, наверное всем до 19-гопридется помирать от интереса.

Elle: vize, о чем ты говоришь на счет помирать от ожидания? Мы соревновательную карьеру Джонни Вейра пережили, нам теперь ничего не страшно!

vize: Elle

Qwessta: Elle пишет: Мы соревновательную карьеру Джонни Вейра пережили, нам теперь ничего не страшно

Золотко: а мне можно тоже ?? или я уже опоздала? в Саратов привет

NataliaV: Elle

vize: Золотко заявки принимаются до 17-го числа. так что ты очень заблаговременно.

NataliaV: vize короче, берешь с собой список городов РФ, ближнего и дальнего зарубежья и зачитываешь. В Милуоки он точно не успеет. Зато сходит в лучший магазин обуви в США.

vize: NataliaV i chto zhe za magazin?

NataliaV: если я ничего не путаю, то Alternative shoes.

NataliaV: на примерке костюма

Золотко: vize пишет: Золотко заявки принимаются до 17-го числа. так что ты очень заблаговременно ну я сначала написала, потом дочитала

Elle: Золотко, мы для Джонни приветы готовим, а не от него...

Золотко: Elle NataliaV пишет: А на видео привет для нас передать... vize пишет: NataliaV дык а кому просить привет передавать то? нее??? а из Саратова ему, это конечно

NataliaV: Золотко для нас это в целом для нескольких стран и то, если у vize получится. Это из разряда мечт. Главное приветы ему.

Золотко: NataliaV пишет: Золотко для нас это в целом для нескольких стран и то, если у vize получится. Это из разряда мечт. Главное приветы ему конечно

vize: вау! опубликовали отрывок из Джонькиной книги. http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/40967867/ns/today-books/ я полностью скопирую на всякий пожарный. модераторы, как сделать скрытый текст? хочу текст туда убрать. не уверена, что можно просто так его копировать. Johnny Weir dishes on meeting A-listers Olympic figure skater writes about celeb encounters and more in new book Prologue I get more messages than Jesus. Actually, make that Santa. My BlackBerry and iPhone won’t stop their incessant buzzing. First it’s my best friend Paris (and no, not the heiress) on the personal line, then a very hot and very young, supposedly straight guy who attended my weekly Weeds night fête and complimented my cupcake selection. What could he want? Not the time to find out. Ditto for the calls and texts on my professional line: record producer, ice show producer, reality show producer. It’ll all have to wait. Right now the only distraction that matters is the wailing intercom in my manager Tara’s Manhattan apartment. Our driver has been angrily trying to get us downstairs and into the car for the last forty-five minutes. Just a few more seconds for a last look in the mirror. Other than a black Viktor & Rolf jacket over a stunning emerald green chiffon Pucci blouse, the rest of my outfit is pretty much the Johnny Weir uniform: black skinny jeggings and pointy black Christian Louboutins. Joey, my makeup artist, has gone way over the top with my eyes to match the magnitude of tonight’s event. A final turn to check out my mullet, newly dyed magenta (an absurd little touch that lands me on both People.com and PerezHilton.com the next day), and we’re off. The Town Car races just a few blocks east through Hell’s Kitchen and over to Sixth Avenue, where a mad jumble of photographers and gawkers gather in front of Radio City Music Hall. We could have taken a cab the short distance. But celebrities don’t take cabs, Tara says, they take cars. “I’m not a celebrity,” I say to her as the driver opens our door. “Just an ice skater.” Instantly we are enveloped in craziness. On the red carpet of the Sex and the City 2 movie premiere, where it’s names, names, names, I have to keep my jaw from dropping open (I don’t want to look bad in photos, after all). Chris Noth walks by, then Donald Trump, quickly followed by Ugly Betty’s Becki Newton. All the Gossip Girls bring up the rear. Anyone who is famous and in New York City is on that carpet. “Johnny! Johnny!” My name is being shouted from every angle. Photographers want me to give them flair and TV reporters want the crazy quotes. But even more surreal are the stars trying to get ahold of me. Gabourey Sidibe, an Oscar nominee, stops to tell me she’s a fan, right before I get a big hug from the French actor Gilles Marini. I can’t believe people whose lives are splashed in the pages of Us Weekly or People know my name. I can’t even believe I’m at this premiere, but I received my invitation from the star of Sex herself — my icon Sarah Jessica Parker. Daytime talk-show host Kelly Ripa (who has been a longtime supporter of mine but became an überfan after the 2010 Olympics) and her husband, Mark Consuelos, had me and Tara over to their gorgeous, two-story penthouse for dinner, where we were sipping wine when in walked SJP escorted by Bravo exec and on-air personality Andy Cohen. I had a mini heart attack deep down inside. A fan of Sex and the City since the show started, I have always wanted to be Carrie Bradshaw. The character informed a lot of my youth and fashion daring; she inspired me to be a New York–style single lady. She held out her hand to me and said, “I’m Sarah Jessica.” “Of course you are,” I said, awestruck. “I’m Johnny Weir.” “I know exactly who you are,” she said with a Bradshawesque glimmer in her eye. Sarah Jessica was everything I imagined she’d be: sweet, tiny, beautiful, good smelling, kind of like a fairy-god celebrity. We all sat around under the stars on Kelly and Mark’s roof deck, enjoying delicious food, talking about projects and kids. I felt just like one of the ladies. Before Sarah Jessica left, we exchanged contact information and she invited me to her big premiere. I was still on cloud nine and already crafting an outfit in my head when an hour and a half later, I received an email from her with the subject line: “This Eve.” “Such an honor to meet you,” she wrote. “Look forward to seeing you at the premiere.” So tonight, thanks to Sarah Jessica, I’m having a true Cinderella-cum-Carrie-Bradshaw moment. Inside Radio City’s theater, there seems to be a star in every other seat. Tara spots Jennifer Love Hewitt wearing the same Hervé Leger dress as she, completely making her night (especially after I tell Tara she wears it best). As we slowly make our way down the aisle, someone taps me on the back. Turning around, I realize it’s Vera Wang. As the famed bridal designer turned designer of everything including mattresses, she is a legend in her time. But she was also part of my competition, having designed the 2010 Winter Olympic costumes for my archrival Evan Lysacek. As if that weren’t bad enough, she decided to trot out some nasty comments about my Olympic costumes in the press. She tells me she’d been misquoted in the press and wants to bury the hatchet. Vera Wang doesn’t have to apologize to me. She’s Vera Wang. But I accept. Glancing to Vera’s right, I notice Anna Wintour, a sight that sends my heart into palpitations. To me, Ms. Wintour is everything. Not only is she the ultimate dominatrix of style, but I love how she runs her magazine and how brutal she’ll be to get ahead. Even if you don’t respect fashion, you have to respect her for being on top of her industry for so long. Vera must have seen my eyes darting in the Vogue editor-in-chief’s direction because she decides to introduce us. “This is my friend Anna,” she says in the way of only the very rich. For me, this is on par with meeting Lady Gaga or Christina Aguilera, a big, big moment. I don’t know how to make my approach. Usually I like to hug and kiss on both cheeks (I’m like a mobster and hug everyone I meet, even businessmen). But Anna is already sitting in her seat, so I don’t want to climb over Vera to hug and kiss her, risking the possibility of my tripping and squashing the tiny fashionista to death and ending her reign at Vogue. No, I definitely don’t want that to happen. So I have to settle for extending a very well-manicured hand to take hers. It just doesn’t seem proper, though. So while she’s holding my hand, I curtsy as if she’s the Queen Mother and say, “It truly is an honor.” Then I beat a hasty retreat lest I start to stutter like a fool. As we continue down the aisle, Tara leans in to me and asks, “Who was that?” “Are you f---ing kidding me?” After deciding to never ever speak to Tara again because she doesn’t know who Anna Wintour is, I take another look at our tickets. Where are our seats? We are still walking toward the front of the theater, past Anna Wintour and Vera Wang, past Suzanne Somers and Donald Trump. We even pass Liza Minnelli and we’re still going. All these bigwigs and legends have worse seats than me? When we find our seats — down front and dead center — I feel absolutely gorgeous and successful. I think to myself, this is exactly where I like to be. The Sex premiere comes and goes, swirling among the countless events, meetings, awards, and obligations that make up the whirlwind I call my life. Ever since the Olympics, that spectacularly individual moment on the ice when my fate as an athlete was finally sealed in artistry and controversy, I have done anything and everything under the sun. Here’s an abridged list: * Went to the Kentucky Derby in a giant black Chanel sun hat decorated with a white rabbit carcass * Toured the Fashion Institute of Technology to decide whether I should attend design school * Judged Miss USA Pageant in a multipastel Chris Benz feather coat because I didn’t want the beauty queens showing me up * Hired a stylist * Accepted an award from GLAAD * Landed a book deal * Filmed an episode of The Rachel Zoe Project * Filmed an episode of The Soup * Did a voice-over as a waiter on American Dad * Appeared on The Wendy Williams Show * Held meetings about a fashion line * Did a photo shoot for MAC Cosmetics * Skated in a benefit in Harlem hosted by Donald Trump * Wore headbands to everything * Taught a skating seminar to children to Indianapolis * Met Cher after attending her concert * Commentated on the World Championships for TV * Got snapped by paparazzi while birthday shopping for my mom with my brother in SoHo * Recorded a single called “Dirty Love” * Appeared on The Joy Behar Show twice in one week * Appeared on the George Lopez show twice in one week * Covered Elton John’s Oscar party for the E! network * Met Kelly Osbourne, love of my life * Took meetings about a perfume and skincare launch * Appeared as a judge on RuPaul’s Drag Race Friends and family think I’m crazy to run myself ragged on the heels of a soul-wrenching, medal-less Olympics. “Take it easy and give yourself some time,” they say. But at this point I’ll take almost anyone’s call, because I have to figure out the next chapter of my life. I want to explore all the opportunities being handed to me because I know they won’t last for long. Plus, quiet reflection and waiting is not my way. For the past thirteen years, it’s been beaten into me to never look back. As a figure skater, sitting in the kiss and cry area — that little box at a competition where we wait alongside our coaches with TV cameras trained closely on our faces for our scores — everything you have worked so hard and so long for comes down to a few numbers. You kill yourself and give everything to be ready for an event, and then in a flash it’s over, leaving nothing in its wake but a profound emptiness. Whether you have achieved a medal or failed miserably, loved or hated the process of getting there, in that second you fall to the pit of your existence. You feel tired. No, you feel dead. And in that state of utter depletion, you have to immediately start building yourself up for whatever’s next. The job of a champion is to leave the moment behind as soon as it’s happened in order to get back on the ice and start the process all over again. For so long I stripped my life down to nothing but skating to become one of the best in the world. Despite my many attempts at rebellion, I was constantly ruled by my coaches, training, the United States Figure Skating Association (“the federation”), and other strictures of my sport. And then, in what felt like a heartbeat, it was done. With all the astonishing adventures and staggering catastrophes of my competitive skating career behind me, I’m in the kiss and cry of my life. Excerpted from "Welcome to My World" by Johnny Weir. Copyright (c) 2010. Reprinted with permission from Simon and Schuster.

NataliaV: vize текст можно скрыть с помощью кнопки more.

vize: NataliaV пишет: если я ничего не путаю, то Alternative shoes. ya nashla. http://www.altshoes.com/ aga. est' takoe.

Elle: vize , ты почему еще здесь?! Завтра двойку получишь

NataliaV: хм, ladies, полтемы полный офф. Тут жеж отзывы прочитавших.

Qwessta: NataliaV пишет: Тут жеж отзывы прочитавших a perevesti???????

NataliaV: Qwessta пишет: a perevesti??????? так отзывов-то две штуки и они переведены. )))

vize: QuesstaV а мне казалось, что печатный английский ты всё таки более-менее понимаешь. и потом - а Аля? в Израиле ж английский в школе очень усиленно учат.

Qwessta: vize пишет: печатный английский ты всё таки более-менее понимаешь Понимаю. но я никогда не бываю уверена в том, что поняла правильно vize пишет: а Аля? в Израиле ж английский в школе очень усиленно учат. Аля отлично понимает, конечно. Но у нее сейчас столько интересов, увлечений, учебы... видео с Джонни она еще смотрит, а на все остальное ее не хватает. Да и у нее еще один форум есть свой, так что ей не до переводов

Qwessta: какое знакомое место! мы с Прищепкой там были!!!!!

NataliaV: Очень большой отзыв http://community.livejournal.com/weirsjohnny/142856.html?style=mine#cutid1 Review of Welcome to my World Here is my review of WtmW! I read the whole thing in one sitting; I kept wanting to stop and savor the experience and save some for the next day, but I have no self control. :D I decided to go ahead and post this here because I know some people are unsure if they should buy it, in case it sucks or it doesn't "sound" like Johnny wrote it. Just finished Welcome to my World, and boy, talk about exceeding my expectations! I mean, I know he’s a decent writer from reading his blogs, but writing a 262 page book is much more difficult than writing a couple thousand word blog entry. Add the fact that he wrote the whole thing in a matter of months, and I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was afraid that the publisher and editors may have taken liberties with the manuscript, cleaned it up because his writing style was informal or sloppy, and it would have “sounded” like someone else had written it entirely. But that wasn’t the case, thankfully. You can tell these are his words, because he certainly has a very distinctive way of speaking and by extension, writing (“my public life is such a constant peacock display of insanity”—that’s pure Johnny). I could hear his little voice in my head the whole time, which isn’t always the case when reading autobiographies. I only have a few stylistic quibbles (over use of subordination, in my opinion, and he describes his skin as “porcelain” once or twice too many) and problems I need to take up with his copy editor (Torturous is not a word! It’s tortuous, only one “r”!). Anyway, Johnny is brutally honest, not just about the people in his life but himself; he’s very self aware, and unashamedly and bluntly discusses his shortcomings and mistakes. Like talking about the year before the Disaster in Dallas, when he went through his “rebellious” teenager phase and felt like he needed space, and figured he’d worked hard enough that he could afford to get by on talent alone for a while. But he also has a very—flowery, I guess you’d call it, descriptive style, and there are times when he veers sharply away from the strait talk into what I think of as “story mode”, where his voice gets sort of detached and the book becomes not so much about him as the things that happened to him. Sort of like his writing style is mimicking his personality, big and bold and over the top. There was some confusion about timelines, since in the People article he talks about Kristi Yamaguchi being his inspiration to skate. Well, Kristi is the one who inspired him to go out and skate on the cornfield in ‘92, and Oksana in ’94 is what made him eventually choose figure skating over equestrian. It was…not hard, exactly, or sad, but just knowing how everything was going to end when reading about those early days was…emotional to say the least. His head has always been his biggest obstacle, and he may have been an amazing figure skater, but it took him a long time to learn how to be a competitor. I’m one of those people who was more excited for him to talk about his childhood than his sex life, and little Johnny was just so precious (those baby pictures, omg!). I was really able to relate to him because I was also very introverted and imaginative. But he seemed to always have that self confidence and daring, which is pretty amazing, really. He doesn’t talk too much about his father (Johnny is always quick to say that both his parents were wonderful, but his dad doesn’t want to give interviews or be on the TV show, which is understandable, but I’m curious!), except to say that he was a demanding taskmaster and never let him leave things half finished, and that he built Johnny and Boz tree houses and forts, and was a supportive, loving dad. I love that Patti and John didn’t just love and support their kids, but Johnny says they respected him and his brother as well, and let them do things on their own and make their own decisions. They weren’t afraid to let their kids experience failure, because we learn from failure, after all. Johnny does talk very frankly about his love life, and those of us (myself included) who were a little disappointed that Johnny “officially” came out will be pleased to know that he really doesn’t spend much time talking about it. Not that he glosses over it, exactly, but he’s very matter of fact about it, and doesn’t dwell on it overmuch—the book is mostly about his journey as a skater, not his discovery of his sexual side. And there is a lot more detail in the book about his reasons for not coming out than we got in the People article, and as I read those parts, I thought “I knew it!”. We were dead on, most of us, about our speculation over why he’s never said the words. First of all, that he didn’t really need to (and I will be amused forever at the image of Johnny and Paris discussing various things Johnny could come out as), second that it wasn’t anybody’s business anyway (and really stop to think about this: how would you feel if a bunch of journalists wanted to write articles and blogs about your love/sex life, no matter how vanilla it may be? Is that really something that you would want total strangers reading about? It makes perfect sense he would wait this long, and that he would dish about it in his own words, on his own terms), third that he was just plain stubborn, and if he wasn’t going to let the USFSA make him into the perfect little figure skater they desperately wanted him to be, then he sure as hell wasn’t going to let the gay community turn him into some sort of poster child/activist. We also get the exact details of his breakup with Priscilla. It wasn’t comfortable to read, and Johnny makes it very clear that he was just as culpable as she was. He would deliberately schedule his practices early, and leave just as Priscilla arrived, and sometimes Priscilla would just walk out of their training sessions if she got fed up with him. I felt kind of guilty reading it—like I was eavesdropping or spying. And I feel a little badly for Priscilla, because it’s pretty clear that by the end of the ’06-’07 season she was willing to wipe the slate clean and try to make the relationship work, even after she began to realize Johnny was leaving her. When he talks about when he began training with Galina, some things about his skating started making sense to me. I honestly don’t know much about figure skating; I’ve only been a casual, off-and-on fan of certain skaters. But even I noticed Johnny’s skating—his jumps, especially—changed after he started working with Galina. I used to wonder if he was just getting old and starting to loose his edge, because they just seemed, well, prettier before Galina. But Johnny says that Galina made him relearn all his jumps with “proper technique”, whereas before he just sort of winged it. Like I said I don’t know anything about the technical aspects of skating, but I’m not sure how I feel about how Galina changed Johnny’s skating. Some of it, I’m sure, is because of the ISJ, but I’ve read how Galina changed his choreography and tried to make him skate like strong man. I just wonder where Johnny would have ended up if he’d been able to train with Tarasova like he’d originally wanted. She really seemed to appreciate his style, not just his amazing talent (she gave him The Swan, after all). And yes, I cried, after making it almost all the way through. The moment that got me wasn’t when Johnny talked about breaking up with Alex, or when he described his Olympic experiences, or being left off the World team in ’09, or the bitterness he feels towards the federation. It was reading about the reason he gave the famous press conference, which for me personally was when I really fell in love with Johnny. My speaking out was not just for the gay world, not at all. At the Olympics, I had received bucketloads of hand-drawn cards from kids, and I thought if there is one out there like me, but who doesn’t have a supportive family and friends, then I owe it to him. So it was for gay kids, but also for the kids who like science if it’s not cool, or kids who like to stand like a flamingo with one leg tucked up underneath for hours, as I did as a child. My message was for all the “weirdos” of the world. I am 25 years old, only a year younger than this man I absolutely look up to and idolize and adore. And if there was any way to tell him that his message isn’t just for kids, but for everyone, no matter their age or background, who have been told no their whole lives, who live in fear of being rejected or falling short, who always play it safe, I would tell him that my life is so much better now that I’ve heard his message, and seen how fearlessly he lives his life, how tenaciously he claws his way back from defeat. Johnny is a beautiful, flawed, inspirational human being, and everyone who refuses to see past his sparkly exterior, who want to believe that there’s not one ounce of authenticity in what he says and does, well, sucks to be them.

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NataliaV:

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Elle: отзыв из ЖЖ Chapters did everything in their power to make sure it didn't happen, but I persevered. I went to a couple of different stores: one sent me away because they couldn't be bothered to shelve it, so I went to a store right across town. Anyway, I am not good at reviews so I am just going to mention a couple of things that stuck with me: The Alex thing. I mean, I remember 2006-2007 quite vividly, I knew how shattered he was, but reading about it was more painful than I thought it would be. How insane everyone is. I knew skaters were crazy, but everything from Priscilla's dissociation from reality which culminated in the horror that was "The Secret", to Galina's ridiculous behaviour (also Victor, WTF?!), to Marina's reactions (comical, yes, but also quite unsettling), to the pettiness and bullying tactics of USFSA judges (grown adults getting even with an over-emotional teenager. Are you serious?), to the douchy behaviour of Torino medallists (whom I love dearly, but come on guys!) to Johnny himself with his freak out over a costume (which can be excused by youth) and a pathological obsession with hotel rooms (funny, yes, but also a borderline disturbing fixation). LOL Some really touching moments and/or moments that made me cry: when Johnny chose skating over riding. The scene with Patti near a fence in Torino. Bakersfield. Chicken finger binge. I am glad there was some insight into Johnny's competitive mindset. "A mind that turns on him in the dark" was a beautiful metaphor and it worked very well. Finally, I laughed out loud when Johnny talked about the incompetence of his old agent, Rocky Marval. I remember his appearance on Nancy Kerrigan's show and our reaction to his verbal diarrhoea was pretty much the same as Johnny's: " Has this guy even met Johnny?" Say what you will about Tara, but at least she knows her client. Overall, a very interesting read. I couldn't put it down. The weaknesses were easily off-set by the sincerity and rich emotion of Johnny' writing style. I hope he writes another one. PS: I totally know the girl Galina mistook for a prostitute! LOL She stalked him for quite a while, I was wondering what happened to her...

Gell: Счастливчики, получившие и прочитавшие книжку! *смайлик с умоляющими глазками* пожа-а-алуйста, рассказывайте понемножку!

Qwessta: Gell пишет: пожа-а-алуйста, рассказывайте понемножку! счастливчики садистически прячутот нас информацию!!!

NataliaV: Gell, Qwessta , как только будет время прочитать хотя бы еще страницу!

Gell: Вы ж только не забывайте, что мы ждем-ждем...очень-очень... а еще vize обещала рассказать про автограф-сессию, а сама пробегает мимо и не рассказывает... *смайлик с горючими слезками*

NataliaV: Gell если бы в сутках было часов этак 36...

vize: Gell скажу кратко - бежала после учебы. добежала. но не успела. Джонни не увидела вообще. только его автобус. он закончил всю автограф-сессию буквально за пол часа и уже сидел в автобусе когда я пришла. вот и всё.

Gell: vize как обидно

vize: Gell aga. ya sil'no

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