Well I just finished this. I gave it 2 stars, actually 1 1/2 is better but 1/2 star ratings aren't possible. (I don't get WHY). I wasn't going to write reviews anymore but make an exception here.
It was superficial, poorly written, non-linear, and chapters so short it's like an oral history, like someone dictating that portion of their life to you. It kind of felt like a series of clips or scenes from a movie. The TITLES of the chapters were sometimes humorous, like 'Tweedledum and Tweedledee" and "King Arthur and Lady Guinevere."
I especially HATE that not a single picture had a caption. That REALLY irritated me! How am I supposed to know who those people are? I only recognized Frank Sinatra and Howard Hughes, as I already knew what they looked like.
There's no real depth here. The title implies that she would elaborate on WHY it was important at the time, and why NOW, in hindsight, it is not. I thought her age would give her wisdom and insight into these romances, writing how they changed her as a person or her perspective on romance itself.
It was also annoying to read names of people I never heard of, like Pat de Cicco. I had to look him up and found out he was a movie producer and agent....with alleged mob ties! But why couldn't she have just written that so I didn't have to look him up? It was horrifying to read he was abusive, and since this was a different era when that kind of thing was hushed up (unlike now), she could have written more about that. Did she tell anyone? Did she feel it was her fault, like many abused do? Did she fear for her life most of the time?
I always liked Van Heflin, and they were "briefly engaged". For how long? How did they meet? Was it "love at first sight"???!! I wanted to know why they broke up and whose decision it was. Was she really in love or was it an infatuation? If so, when did she realize it? And this was a pattern with the whole book. She doesn't say how old she was when she dated so and so, or what year it was or anything. It felt choppy and disjointed, for lack of better words.
After I found out Anderson Cooper is her son, I got more interested in her, as I was always fascinated with people known by their first name only. I do remember having her jeans and perfume, so I've been wanting to read about her life forever.
The average woman can't relate to these romances but I'm sure a lot of it is something most women can only dream about. Still, she didn't really write about what so and so was REALLY like. That's the point of writing a memoir---to get personal. I don't mean graphic sex details, but what was he (whoever it was) like? Extroverted, shy, intellectual, etc.? What interests did he have? What drew them together? What did they talk about? Hearing how they flew to Paris in his private jet for lunch was fun to read, but once there what happened?? Did he have any quirks, like he has to eat dinner at 6pm, no matter where it is or what they are eating? Didn't miss Saturday morning cartoons?
More on what the average woman can relate to is what I was also hoping for, such as she got stood up or he never called when he said he would! If it happened to a Vanderbilt, it feels like vindication in some way: It's like it has nothing to do with your wealth or you at all. It makes her look more normal, in spite of the world she grew up in. I mean even rich women sometimes wait by the phone (no cell phones in those days!) or struggle with "what to wear" when meeting him.
For actors, I would have liked to know how much they were like the characters they played, such as was he a tough guy in real life or just on screen.
She could have written more about what effect they had on her career, self-esteem, finances, etc. You know, open up. And WHAT seemed important at the time? They always say age brings wisdom.
There was a few pages in it of some depth, like when she wrote about her Carter, the son she lost to suicide. And meeting Wyatt Cooper.
It pretty much reads like a list of men she had romances or one-night stands with, but there's no real feeling or anything to keep you turning the pages. I was glad it was just under 160 pages and was happy when I finished it. I picked it up to read while waiting on Once Upon A Time to arrive from the library, since it's a short book.
Her sense of humor did come through now and then, and it does end on an optimistic note: You may not be a Vanderbilt, but you never know where your next romance could go.
She's written other books, as well as novels which I'll check out someday.
I hope her autobiography, (OUAT), is better. I'm just a few pages into that though.