Preface: I was at home 24/7, nursing babies and recovering from surgeries from 2006-2010ish. So I watched my fair share of trashy reality tv before the real housewives became the staple. 

I read this book because I spent hours watching Girls Next Door while my babies used me for a cafeteria, jungle gym and nap spot. 

Holly talks a lot of crap for someone who benefitted immensely from the attention. Literally, Playboy, Hef, etc. are her one claim to fame the reason that thousands of people have read her book. 

I’m not going to rate her memoir because it’s her story, and that just seems cruel. 

I will not say that I enjoyed reading it. I rolled my eyes every time she pointed out how smart she was compared to everyone around her, and how everyone must have been out to get her because she is, and was, ‘perfect’. 

Her timeline was chaotic at best and she portrays herself in such a bizarre way.