Helpful Score: 1
I like Shirley Jones & quite a lot of the movies that she's done (full honesty: I've never seen a single episode of the Partridge Family). That being said, this memoir falls flat. I disagree with another member who said it was TMI; you don't get anything more lurid here than you would you would in a trashy tabloid. And there lies the problem. The whole book has the writing of a tabloid - not that it's overly trashy, but there's no emotional connection in the stories. When we go down memory lane it feels like these memories are being pulled up from a data bank by a robot. Even the stories that are meant to shock or titilate feel cold, like you're reading a high school history book.
