Title: another whining memoir by priviledged kid of famous parents
Product review: This book is a long laundry list of complaints by an author who turned to promiscuity and drugs to deal with the usual teenage anxieties. She takes no responsibility for her poor choices. She blames all her turmoil on her genes, on her family, the culture and on and on. Hardly a role model for any struggling person trying to live with heart. The book is repetitious and pretty boring. I think the author ought to live another twenty years before writing an autobiography of any kind. SHe is just out of her twenties. And it shows.
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