I was surprised at the depth of this memoir. I went into it with few expectations, but I found a pretty profound look at the inner workings of an actress that came up in a particular moment in history, and which gave me some perspective on how a baby boomer might understand herself. In this case, I often struggled with what she thought of herself, many times wishing that she had therapy or even a supportive female friend early in her life and career. The 'tell-all' aspect is basically what I would have suspected from men in positions of power at the time, and it is horrible what happened to her. She clearly has not healed from it. Slow-paced and not particularly organized as far as a timeline, I really think this book is more about her relationship with her mother than anything else. We can all see her a bit in our reflections.