Rage (TV Program) - Real Wild Child Book

Real Wild Child Book

A rage book was released in October 2010 by ABC Books/HarperCollins Australia. The author is Narelle Gee and the book is titled Real Wild Child: An Insider’s Tales From The rage Couch. The book gives an insight behind the scenes of rage and tells the stories of the rage guest programmers. The back cover description poses the question What happens when the world’s biggest musical acts sit down on Australia’s most famous couch? Australian Rolling Stone magazine reviewed Real Wild Child with this description: Rage’s long-time producer recounts the humorous, often slapstick events of a Rage taping. She’s a close observer of her subjects and she conveys almost a hundred sketches of what rock stars are like when their guard drops.

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