In keeping with the celebrity tell-all theme (see yesterday’s Mary Weiland Falls To Pieces, Tells All In Upcoming Memoir), I thought now would be as good a time as any to chime in on Jodie Sweetin’s upcoming memoir UnSweetined.

According to the New York Post‘s Page Six, Full House‘s Stephanie Tanner (that’s Sweetin) shares her story as a former drug abuser, highlighting how she continued to drink and use methadone, cocaine, and ecstasy while she traveled the country giving anti-drug speeches at colleges, as well as how discovering she was pregnant was the swift kick she needed to get her life together.

Like Mary Weiland’s memoir, Sweetin’s UnSweetined isn’t scheduled for release until October; however, the public’s already weighing in and, also similar to how people are reacting to Weiland’s book, people aren’t too impressed to find out about Sweetin’s. Though a very few offer well wishes, the majority of the reader comments under the Page Six article are pretty harsh and cynical.

Is the public getting tired of devouring every juicy detail – however depressing or inspirational – celebrities are willing to dish out? Highly unlikely. I still remember all the buzz Nikki Sixx’s The Heroin Diaries: A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star generated not even two years ago.

Maybe it’s that celebrities like Weiland and Sweetin just aren’t interesting enough? Maybe they just aren’t “celebrity” enough? Despite that they’ve struggled with the same kinds of mental health and substance abuse issues as other stars (and regular folk), maybe their stories just aren’t sensational enough?

What do you think? Are you interested in reading memoirs like Weiland’s and Sweetin’s, or would something a bid more shocking like Sixx’s do better to grab your attention?

Or, would you rather just not read any of them?