Ok, I admit I smoke and drank alot in my twenties, but the stories I vaguely remember are much better than this dribble. Maybe I should write a book? All the talk about her poor hygiene, smoking, and drinking just makes me believe that if I saw her in public I would quickly move away from her. Other things she writes about make me dislike her as a person. I read chapter after chapter hoping to get any heartfelt emotion out of the pages, but no dice. Five star reviews and a New York Times best seller? I dont get it? Lame.