You might never have had any interest in Mötley Crüe or in any of the band's music.

But I guarantee that you will be interested in Mötley Crüe: The Dirt, which is loaded with so much sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll it will make your head spin just reading it.

This autobiography, written by the band's four members Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Nikki Sixx and Mick Mars, chronicles the metal band's rise to and fall from fame.

Each chapter is devoted to a different voice, which allows the audience to see the subtle downfalls and strengths of each band member both through their own voice and through the opinions of the others.

The stories that come out in this book are so brutally hedonistic and frightening they will make you cringe in disgust, but then deep down you'll find yourself idolizing them.

I couldn't help wondering when I first read this book (which took about two days despite the 430 pages): How did they not get sued writing this thing?

Every chapter drops names of either an actress or musician involved in the mayhem. The band cites everyone's first and last name and then either publicly defames the person or discloses every intimate secret he or she might have shared with the star.

It talks about everything from Vince Neil growing up in Compton, to Tommy Lee's marriages to Heather Locklear and Pamela Anderson, to Nikki Sixx's heroin addiction.

Shy Mick usually lingers in the background, often getting screwed over by management or women. Nikki technically actually died from a heroin overdose and lived to tell about it in the book. A friend of Neil's actually died in a car crash, causing Neil to spend less than a month in jail.

And the book does not leave out all of the shockingly vulgar backstage stories involving the band's groupies.

After all their heinous stories, you'll be asking yourself ... do these guys have a conscience?

Later on in the book the answer becomes clear: Yes. Well, sometimes they do.

Behind all their rough exteriors are vulnerable children too scared to grow up and too afraid to look back; their vulnerability is more endearing than pathetic.

While all the painful moments of childhood and child loss add a touch of sadness to an otherwise wildly exciting and chaotic book, it helps keep it real.

This book could not be more honest, especially since each band member wrote his own chapters so there is seemingly no collaborative effort to make the stories appear a certain way.

They dated porn stars, cheated on their girlfriends and wives, wore tight leather pants, sprayed their hair with Aquanet and wore more makeup than your average teenage girl.

They were -- and still sound like -- a bunch of egotistical drunks and drug addicts with no regard for anyone.

And you know what?

You'll love them for it.