What a cool read- not only is it full of the weird Elvis stories we crave, but even better: the stories come from the very straightforward and firsthand telling of Nancy Rooks. Her take on the events makes the book even more fun to read, as she is WAY too nice and considerate. For example, she tells about Elvis shooting his toilet with a handgun while on his "medicine." She states that the sheet rock blew out of the downstairs ceiling near to where she was working, and then a flood of water began to gush out of the bullet hole as Elvis came downstairs with a revolver and a "silly grin." That wacky Elvis! Never mind that she'd be dead if she'd been in the next room beneath the toilet that so angered Elvis. She also excuses a million other things the King of Rock N Roll did to make her job harder:
-spilling food and drink all over his gigantic custom bed so that she literally had to change his sheets and blankets every day.
-getting wax all over his furniture and shag carpeting while trying to summon his dead mother with candles, and then presumably wearing a sheepish grin as Nancy had to clean it all off.
-bringing his daughter Lisa Marie into Graceland on horseback (yes, into the house) and leaving a trail of road apples for Nancy to clean out of the (shag) carpeting.
-screaming at the staff and breaking furniture because they didn't hear his dinner order on the intercom. Because he pushed the wrong button on his intercom due to the effects of his "medicine."
-making her wash the clothes of his lady friends who stayed over.
-chewing her out because he was watching on the video monitor when she didn't put ALL the bacon she'd cooked onto his plate out of concern for his worsening health (and there are many other amazing bacon stories in this book)
But what's so endearing is that it's clear that Mrs. Rooks adored the man and his dysfunctional family, and served them loyally for decades, long after Elvis' death. Even in this book, written after almost all of the featured family members had died, she's careful to excuse their craziness and include some really sweet and sad stories as well, such as how Elvis used to call her in to sing with him at his piano because he hated singing alone, or how awful it was to have to explain to his young daughter Lisa Marie what was happening the day he died and everyone in the bizarre Graceland entourage was in a panic.
There's also some great history on the Presley family and the Graceland mansion itself, which I always assumed Elvis had built but nope.