A memoir of a girl's early years growing up in/near the Playboy Mansion.
The trouble with memoirs is that they tend to be so self-indulgent. This one has a few interesting tidbits, celebrity sightings, and the standard sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll, but it comes across mostly as a whiny little girl working out her daddy issues on paper instead of with a therapist. A quick read, at least, but not one I would recommend highly.
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