I love Maggie Smith, so bought this on Kindle with high hopes. Misplaced hopes as it turns out. I’m not sure who the author is or who she’s aiming at reader wise, but it can’t be me. The writing style is next to impossible to wade through. It’s like an academic paper in its dryness. Full of references, and odd formatting of names, it’s a chore just to make it through the introduction. Also I don’t get why she only looks at Maggie Smith’s recent career. You’d think she’d done nothing prior to 1991 the way this is written. There’s some excuse about not looking earlier because of the previous biography, but that was a biography!, not a supposed career appreciation as this book has been advertised to be. It’s just odd. I gave it two stars because of the research involved, although I nearly removed one for the awful illustrations, which look zilch like Maggie. It’s clear the author adores Smith, I just don’t think writing was her way to demonstrate it. It’s all a bit laborious and joyless, and very pretentious.