What a sad, messed-up book. What a sad, messed-up life. Jennifer Saginor’s father happened to be the personal doctor of Hugh Hefner, so Jennifer and her little sister, Savannah, ended up spending a lot of time at the Playboy Mansion after their parents’ divorce. This book is an accounting of her time there, and it doesn’t seem to hold much back.
When she and her sister were in elementary school, it seemed so cool to hang out at the Mansion - there were monkeys to feed, birds to watch, unlimited room service, pools filled with naked but friendly girls who loved to dress up and dote on the sisters - and their dad was right in the middle of all of it. Eventually, pulled in two directions by their parents, the sisters split up. Jennifer stayed with her dad (who had his own house, but mostly lived at the Mansion) and her little sister stayed with their mother (who seemed like a relatively normal person). What a difference a choice like that makes…
I’ve read a couple other books about the Playboy Mansion, and while the salacious details are always fun to read, I usually find myself having very little sympathy for any girl who moved in there. People like Holly Madison and Kendra Wilkinson made decisions as adults to adopt a certain sexual lifestyle in exchange for fame and luxury. Any attempt to make themselves sound used or broken just sounds whiny, because they willingly chose that life.
Jennifer, however, did not choose this life. She may have alienated her mother and put up with a lot of emotional abuse from her father to be the cool teenager who got to be at the Mansion, but she was still just a child. She wasn’t even old enough to drive when the hard drugs started, the casual sex started, and part of me aches for how empty her existence was. When she did get to see her father, he was usually having sex with a random hopeful, or sitting by the pool rating women’s bodies. Not the greatest of role models - in fact, it sounded like Hef was more normal towards her than her own dad was.
This book is a super easy read…as a result of the Mansion lifestyle, the author barely finished high school and it shows in the writing. (Her tutors did her work.) There is a lot of name-dropping, a lot of stories and a lot of sex. Like, everywhere. Like, everyone. Somehow this girl remembers every outfit (including designers) she ever wore or saw other people wearing, and the book is filled with things like “she walked in with her Gucci wrap dress, red Prada shoes and Harry Winston jewelry” or “I decided to wear my faded Sassoon jeans, white Keds and two bangles on my wrist”. Then she calls the other people label whores. That got old fast.
I enjoyed this book though, because it was different from the usual “woe is me, I was a Playmate” writing you see about the Playboy Mansion. This was much more of an inside look from eyes that had no business seeing the things they were seeing. I’d give it a four for content, but a three for the writing style. It’s surprisingly a pretty good read that was hard to put down and shows a totally different look at life in the Playboy Mansion. 3.5 rounded up to four.
UPDATE, January 2022: The new show “Secrets of Playboy” on A&E says that this author’s dad was one of Hef’s lovers. That and the allegations of abuse, rapes, sexual assault, overdoses, deaths, etc. - it makes this all even crazier!