O'Donnell is contacted by a woman suffering from multiple personality disorder who pretends to be an abused, pregnant teenager who was raped by a youth minister. O'Donnell deeply identifies with her, which makes you wonder if she was molested by someone in her church. She ferociously bonds with this woman, even when she finds out the girl doesn't exist and the real woman is someone like her now. She still corresponds with this woman. This story is woven between scattered memories of her mother. We all lose our mother sooner or later, and the ones who lost her sooner suffer more, but you shouldn't drag it through the rest of your life like a crutch. Still, O'Donnell became rich and famous and can now support that crutch in grand style. Those of us not rich and famous just have to snap out of it. And that's it. It's not a biography because the glimpses of her journey to fame are too brief and disconnected. It's a depressing book.