For the true fan, it would be a worthwhile purchase, but the author inserts way too much of her own personality and life history into the biography and criticism of another person and their work. Those tiny blue insert pictures were poorly thought out, and they are scattered throughout the book. Difficult to see, and if you are a fan of Coppola, the visual is all.
I've seen about half of Coppola's existing work, and I can't say I'm a huge fan. She is irked at the term "nepokid" and yet what is she? Using her father's name, his studio, his equipment. Way too much emphasis on well heeled teens, attractive lithe blonde and materialism out the wazoo. The author nails her repeating themes: Innocence and Violence, Celebrity and Excess, Fathers and Daughters and Love and Loneliness.