David Edwards (4) (1961–)

I think that rich people's brains develop differently when they're young as their environment is so different from the one us peasants experience. To them the world is about experiencing fancy food and creating art and maybe even helping us poor plebs by inspiring us with their great art. This is the only way I can explain why books like this one exist. It's a boring list of rich and famous people the author knows, partly an autobiography with heaps of self promotion.