I liked the early parts of this memoir, where Robbins discusses her troubling early life and later starting a PR firm. But any potential connection I could have had with her gets lost after she marries the wealthy film producer. Then it's all personal medical professionals, yelling at her maid for literally just doing her job, her "divorce therapist" (I guess if you're wealthy finding a good therapist quickly is a snap), her $2k handbags...