Elvis And Me Vol 2 Part 9

Okay, let’s talk Elvis And Me, specifically Vol 2, Part 9. Brace yourselves. This might be a bit controversial.

Did Priscilla REALLY need a Vol 2?

Look, I get it. Priscilla had a story to tell. But did that story really require a whole other VOLUME? I'm not entirely convinced.

Maybe everything juicy was already spilled in Vol 1. Perhaps the rest was just... filler? An unpopular opinion? Possibly. But it's my opinion!

Part 9: The Land of Disagreements

Now, Part 9. It's where the… *creative differences* really start shining through. Or, you know, the fighting. Loudly.

Honestly, I started to feel bad for the wallpaper at Graceland. Imagine hearing all that! Yikes.

I think, at that point, everyone needed a vacation. Maybe a really, really long one. Far, far away from each other.

Remember that time Elvis bought like, a million cars? Maybe he should have bought a private island. And sent everyone to opposite ends.

The Suspiciously Specific Details

Some of the details are just... wow. How much do we *really* need to know about the exact make and model of every vehicle, every outfit, every sequin?

It felt like I was reading a really long shopping list sometimes. A very expensive, celebrity shopping list, granted.

Did anyone else start picturing Priscilla as a human encyclopedia? Remember EVERYTHING, write it ALL down!

My Hot Take: Elvis Wasn’t Always A Saint

Okay, before you come at me with pitchforks, hear me out. Elvis was a legend. A musical genius. A cultural icon.

But he was also a human being. And humans... well, they make mistakes. Sometimes big, sparkly, sequin-covered mistakes.

Did he always handle things perfectly? Nope. Did he always treat Priscilla the way she deserved? Sadly, probably not.

Is it uncomfortable to acknowledge that? Absolutely. But it's also important to be honest.

Was it REALLY "All Shook Up"?

Was their relationship a whirlwind of passion and excitement? Sure, in the beginning. But by Part 9? More like a slow, agonizing breakup ballad.

A ballad with a LOT of expensive costumes and furniture. Seriously, the estate sales from that era must have been wild.

I'm not saying I didn't enjoy the drama. Who am I kidding? I totally did. But I also felt a bit voyeuristic about it.

The Unanswered Questions

After finishing Part 9, I still had so many questions. Questions the book didn’t really answer, or maybe glossed over.

Like, what *really* happened that night? And did Elvis ever actually apologize for eating the last piece of peanut butter and banana sandwich?

Those are the important questions, people! The burning inquiries that keep me up at night. Well, okay, maybe not. But you get the idea.

Final Verdict: Part 9, Worth It?

So, was wading through Elvis And Me Vol 2, Part 9 worth it? Maybe. If you like drama, sparkly outfits, and reading about other people's marital problems.

But honestly? I think I could have learned just as much from watching a really good soap opera. And saved myself some reading time.

Plus, I bet the soap opera would have had even more sequins. Just saying.