This is one of the most insipid books I've read in a long time, and I'm amazed I stuck it out to the end (I thought about giving up several times). The author writes with no emotion whatsoever. I felt absolutely no connection to the author, and none of what she wrote had any feeling or resonance to it at all.

Every sentence in this book is simple and follows the same recipe: subject, verb, object. I just opened to a random page and here it is: "I would have won the fight. He would be so sorry. Nothing would be good enough for me. He would beg for my forgiveness. I would give it conditionally." That's pretty consistent with the rest of the book. Every now and again she will spice things up with two clauses in a sentence, but never deviates from subject, verb, object.

So not only is the book boring AF and lacking in any emotion whatsoever, the author is a spoiled, rich asshole who has horrible relationships with terrible men. She also name drops about a million people I've never heard of and don't care about.

Definitely skip this book. As a memoir, as a book about addiction, as just a book in general, it is a total failure. No thanks. ( )

Daughter of a famous father who was a drinker, and the life she led with alcohol ( )

Should be titled: "My Life as a Name Dropper". This book is a huge disappointment. I kept reading it because I kept expecting it to get better, to have a point, to go somewhere. It's an example of really bad writing by a woman whose ego keeps getting in the way of what could be an interesting story. I was hoping to find a book I could recommend to someone who is trying to stay sober; instead I will tell her to run as fast and as far from this drivel as possible. The one positive thing I've gotten from it? If this woman can be published, there's hope for me! ( )

Too narcissistic for my tastes. I don't think she is a very good writer, plus too much on drinking (though I guess "ere, the title,") and not enough description of spirituality in sobriety. ( )