Having just finished reading this book, I was terribly disappointed. I saw her interview with Barbara Walters which I found intriguing and interesting; at least interesting enough to pick up her book and read it through. However, as I kept turning the pages waiting for something concrete, revealing (as this IS a memoir), or at least as charismatic as the writer is in person, I reached the last page realizing I had read in vain. This book is self-indulgent. It is written as if the writer's mind was a cockroach haphazardly typing on a keyboard, and most wretched of all, not in the least bit engaging as its author is in real life.