Let me start with what I liked most about Becoming: This is an aesthetically beautiful book, full of gorgeous photographs, ranging across the incredible modeling career of one of the world’s biggest supermodels. If you do decide to read it, I'd highly recommend procuring a physical (preferably hard copy) version, which makes for a lovely coffee table book. This is not a book worth reading on a Kindle, because most of its charm lies in its photography.
I also thoroughly enjoyed the chapters where Cindy talked about the nuances of modeling, the quiet but confident advice she offers, the lessons she mentions learning in what goes into modeling. Oftentimes, she sounded like a world-class athlete describing her sport: She clearly isn’t just a pretty face, and her skill and mastery of her craft as a professional shone through. To top it off, her tone remained incredibly, surprisingly humble, page after page, despite all rights she has to brag. There’s no criticism, no bitterness: She sounded like someone who was extremely grateful for and satisfied with her lot.
That said, I think it's misplaced to call this book an autobiography. It's more a career snapshot, with about two thirds of it being taken up by a series of chapters dedicated to the various photographers she worked with across her career. The execution of this started out well, but the format dragged a little for me, and tested my patience after a while.
Also, there is conspicuously little about Crawford's personal life, be it her upbringing as a child or her marriage as a woman. Sure, there's a lot of cute photographs, and a page or two that sketched her surroundings, but that was pretty much it. There was virtually no detail here, no personal divulgences, no emotion portrayed. What did her parents think of her career choices? How did her sisters react? Was her husband supportive of her continuing to work? What kind of people are her children shaping up to be? These are issues that are consistently unanswered, making the book centered on Cindy the model, versus Cindy the person.
In summary, if I judged this as an autobiography in the true sense, I'm not sure I'd praise it that much. The acid test in this genre for me is always whether I feel like I know the person by the time I put the book down, and in this case, I felt like I knew only the supermodel I'd seen in magazines. Sure, I learned about her humbleness, her incredible work ethic, her professional insecurities… but precious little else. But as an aesthetic, concise, glamorous coffee table read about one of the most influential women in popular culture, it hits the brief spot on.