This amazing book was a gift from George Kelley and Art Scott, who obviously have impeccable taste and know good literature when they see it. See is the right word since there's not a lot of text, but then who cares? There are hundreds of photos, and that's what you want in a book like this, right?
What? You mean you were expecting actual confessions? Surely you jest. Paris has little to confess, other than the fact that she has naturally curly hair. Sex tape? What sex tape? There's no mention of that here, so we can assume it doesn't exist.
There's plenty of good advice, like "act like you're wearing an invisible crown" and "project an extreme sense of confidence." You can't find stuff like that just anywhere.
The writing is, as you'd expect, superb, which I'm sure is the result of Paris having cleaned up any mistakes in grammar her co-author (Merle Ginsberg) might have made.
But why should I go on? I know all of you already have your own copy (or copies) of this fine volume. An American classic.