Tony Blair’s tell-some memoir, A Journey: My Political Life, is out today, and supposedly it includes juicy tales of the PM’s stress-induced boozing. Also on sale this week: Meghan McCain’s ridiculously titled but even more ridiculously designed (the cover features McCain attempting to be sexy whilst wrapped in a—presumably Republican—elephant's trunk) memoir, Dirty Sexy Politics. This got me thinking of other revealing political memoirs.

My five favorite, in no particular order:

● Under Fire: An American Story by Oliver A. North. This book is out of print, probably because the juicy gossip in it—Reagan and Bush “knew everything” about Iran-Contra—is seriously old news. But I was in 3rd grade when Under Fire came out, and I remember it being a really big deal at the time. Then again, I was in third grade.

● Dreams From My Father by Barack Obama. This memoir is great because Barry wrote it before he knew he would run for prez and get crazy love and attention. Therefore, Obama doesn’t dumb down his writing for a mainstream audience, or skimp on discussing his enjoyment of cocaine. But the best thing about Dreams is it offers incredible insights into the inner brain workings of our current President.

● Memoirs of the Second World War by Winston Churchill. Ok, I haven’t actually read this one, but I’ll promote it for two reasons: A) The picture of Churchill on the cover is absolutely bizarre and awesome; he looks like late-era Truman Capote, if Capote had a partially-paralyzed face. B) I just read former New Yorker writer George W.S. Trow’s fantastic book My Pilgrim’s Progress: Media Studies 1950-1998, in which Trow makes quite a case for Churchill’s writing skills, and also points out that these memoirs appeared serially on the front page of the New York Times in 1950, which seems absolutely unfathomable today.

● The Politics of Truth by Joseph Wilson. Of all the Post-Dubya-An-Insider’s-Guide-To-One-Fucked-Up-White-House-Type-Books, this is probably the most fucked up. After diplomat Joseph Wilson questioned Bush’s claim that Iraq was buying uranium from Niger, the administration publicly outed Wilson’s wife, Valerie Plame, as a CIA Operative. Coming to a theater near you.

● “Call Me Sillary”: The Secret Silly Sex-Kitten Beneath My Veneer of Supreme Seriousness by Hilary Clinton. Oh wait, I just made that one up.

Add your own selections in the comments!