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
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
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
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.