I've always liked Anjelica Huston. My parents have a framed Gardens of Stone movie poster with her autograph, since they met her while my dad was a military consultant on the film. This novel is not quite polished, but Huston's vocation is not as a writer. She has some great passages, but overall there was sometimes a stacatto of sentences in a paragraph that didn't quite blend. But the writing is easy to overlook because I loved the peek into her young life. Her legendary father, her beautiful mother, and the way she was raised in Ireland, London, and many exotic vacations. It may not be all that relevant to most, but I found her early life, and especially her relationship with Bob Richardson, fascinating. I eagerly await the second part of her memoir, which is supposed to be released later this year.