I love getting snuggled up with a good autobiography and reading about the colourful life of someone who has triumphed over adversity, defied odds and gone on to achieve great things.
It can be someone who will go down in history as being one of the great figureheads of our time, whether that be an entertainer, sporting hero or world leader.
But it seems these days anyone who’s anyone feels the need to write down their life story, however mundane it may be.
The worst culprits are celebrities - most of them Z-list - who put pen to paper (or more accurately get someone else to put pen to paper) at the drop of a hat.
The most irritating thing about this is that most of these people are in their 20s or even teens when they do this.
How can you write a life story when you’re barely out of the starting blocks?
Most of these people are younger than me.
Take Justin Bieber and Miley Cyrus - these two felt the need to write their autobiographies at the rip old age of 16.
And this was before all the twerking controversy for Miley and arrest scandal for Justin.
I’m sure it will be an entertaining story to tell your grandchildren one day but not the nation.
Even the nation’s sweetheart Cheryl Cole is guilty of putting pen to paper too early and worryingly she’s one of the more credible ones.
The Geordie favourite may have been in a band, married and divorced a footballer and survived malaria but a ready made autobiography that does not make.
Another bug bear of mine is these literary stalwarts who are not content with releasing just one autobiography but churn out three or four over the course of their career.
The idea of an autobiography is to write your life story not yearly instalments.
And the latest celebrity set to join the literary hall of fame is Vicky from MTV reality show Geordie Shore I found out to my horror on Twitter the other day.
I enjoyed watching that show as much as the next person but becoming famous for simply going out and getting trollied and losing a few stone does not entitle you to write an autobiography.
You just know in a few months times the book will end up in the half price bins at WH Smith before cluttering up the shelves of some charity shop.
I know it’s just a money making scheme but it does make a mockery of one of my favourite genres.
So please get on with living your lives rather than assuming the rest of us want to read about them.