Becky reviewed on 6/28/2015 + 120 more book reviews

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What a load of...well, being a lady, I will say "fertilizer". This book is written by one of the most narcissistic people I've ever read. To read it, one would begin to believe that Mariana Pasternak wasn't actually present in her own life. That she is a mere victim of circumstance and happenings in a world that made decisions for her. Again, I say, what a load of horse manure. The entire book has an air of "I've done Martha a favor by being her friend." Ick. Pfft. I can't stand it when people like this do not take accountability for their own actions. She would have us believe that Martha Steward acts like a horny teenager bedding down with every single man she came in contact with, and then began to envision marrying them. She would also have us believe that Martha Stewart made her take lavish trips, buy lavish homes, attend lavish parties, because well, poor poor Martha has no other friends, and needed Ms. Pasternak so badly. What a load of chicken poop. I'm sure that Martha Stewart is not the easiest person in the world to get along with, just based on watching her show. But, I seriously doubt that Martha was in dire straits in the friendship department to the extent told by this self-serving drivel. My hope is that anyone who knows Ms. Pasternak walks a wide circle around her, or you may be the subject of her next tell-all book. Ms. Paternak has serious delusions if she thinks that writing a book of this nature could ever lead to a true friendship with anyone again. She acts like she didn't write any of this to hurt Martha, that she is completely guilt-free of any wrongdoing regarding the friendship, and that we are supposed to actually believe she knew nothing about the insider information for which Martha went to jail. I call bull-hockey on Ms. Pasternak. I have not one shred of pity or respect for this woman. Not one.

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