I enjoy memoirs, more than anything, when you read about someone's life, you realize how alike we all are regardless of our experiences.
Unfortunately I did not love this one. Do not get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with it, the writing is good, it simply did not make me feel anything.
The writer had a fairly interesting life, seems to have had lots of boys and sex, good for her, the type life I imagine millions of women have lived but I can not say reading this book added anything to my life.
I have just finished reading it and there is not that one thing, that one story, that one feeling or lesson that sticks with me, changes my life in even some tiny way. I expect and need for it to do that for me to really like this or any book.