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Title: Superficial, flighty with nothing to give. Who Cares?
Review: Does anyone really care about a spoiled, rich kid who has an affair with her supposed best friend's stepfather, is obsessed with her blond, blue-eyed 'foxy' looks and who's biggest worry on the first day of reattending college, is what to wear? (the designer jacket or the high heels??) Oh please! Books like this give memoirs a tacky name. I suppose the only redeeming factor is knowing that people like Dani Shapiro actually do exist. That there are folks out there who have always had money, someone to look out for them and no conscience. Shapiro keeps stressing her religious background but this memoir is a spiritual wasteland. What is meant to come across as cute and touching is really obnoxious and empty. What is cute is her writing style. Sort of Cosmo magazine. This is a great Cosmo piece although I know I wouldn't want my daughter reading it. Where is the merit? Enough said.
