Helpful Score: 1
So disappointing. As a huge fan of Marsha Mason's, I was really looking forward to reading this book and learning about her life on stage and behind the scenes of her movies, as well as her marriage to Neil Simon. What I got, instead, was a manic-depressive, stream-of-consciousness book full of conversations between herself and her (seriously) "other" selves. It was like reading "Sybil," the non-fiction account of the young woman with schizophrenia. After reading less than two chapters, I was so tired of hearing Marsha's "other" selves chiming in constantly; I wanted her to tell herself to shut up! So frustrating. Definitely one of the worst celebrity memoirs I have ever read.
