Vapid

I read a lot of rock/celeb memoirs and ex wife memoirs, they're my guilty pleasure and I love them. Now, I understand she didn't want to write a tell all. But there's nothing here. Nothing. She must have turned in about four pages to her ghostwriter. Lots of, "I'm so nice, so and so is so nice, that one girl isn't nice." And the exclamation points! So many! She lived with an addict for that long, and I couldn't even tell you what Danny's drug of choice was. Lots of missed opportunities here. Honestly, I've never said this in a review before- but don't bother.

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