My book club selection for this month is the follow-up to this book, Happily Ali After. After reading the first chapter of that book, which heavily references this text, I decided I had to read this first. Ack. Ali Wentworth, an actress, currently married to George Stephanopoulous, thinks she's "Middle class". Her mother's name is Muffie, though Ali assures us that "the money was gone" by the time her mother reached adulthood. Yet, she grew up with at least two houses, one of which was on "the cape". She went to boarding school. She spent summers either "abroad" or "on the cape". Her mother literally GAVE her boyfriend a brand new Subaru because she didn't like Ali riding around in his "death trap". Their "family refuge" is the Four Seasons, for heaven's sake.
Ali comes off as super-complainy, though self-deprecating, and only occasionally funny. I didn't really know her before reading this; though I've seen some of the things she's been in, she wasn't memorable to me as an actor. I'm really not motivated to seek her out after this, either. I find her blindly privileged and irritating. ( )

I read this book in one day! What a delightful, funny book! My favorite part was the retelling of her first (and only) time snorting coke! Laugh out loud funny! Who knew George Stephanopoulos's wife would be so amusing and forthright about her past. I loved it all and plan on reading her next book ASAP! ( )

A humorous read that I found extremely difficult to put down. I recommend this book to anyone who needs an uplift in their mood. ( )

I had a youth and early adulthood that was more interesting than many; I took a lot of chances, met a lot of people, went a lot of places, and had a lot of fun. Every once in a while I will tell the story of having a grueling and personal fight with a former friend in the Letters Section of the New York Times, or traveling around with Duran Duran on the Midwestern leg of the Planet Earth tour, or riding on the back of Malcom Forbes' motorcycle down a deserted Park Avenue at 4 am, or getting rousted by the Public Security Bureau for sleeping on a park bench in Canton and someone will insist I MUST write a book. For a second I think about it, and then I mentally slap myself and remember that while these are great stories for cocktail parties they are NOT the makings of a book. Ali Wentworth should have slapped herself before she put this one out. It is boring and internally inconsistent, and wholly unnecessary. She seems like a blast. I would love to hang out with her, but girlfriend needs to stick to doing bit parts on Law and Order, securing New York real estate, and just being generally fabulous. That is not really so bad. ( )

Great book! Only wish it had photos. ( )