I was hoping for something a little more from this book. What I got was a book written by a narcissistic, delusional, arrogant woman. She claims not to be a gold-digger, but throughout the book she talks about telling this guy or that one "I need a place to live, I need money for expenses, I need...
—WOODY ALLENON DECEMBER 31ST, 2006 at 9:33 A.M., my cell rang, I looked at the caller ID, saw Johnny’s number, and answered as I often did when he called, saying, “Hey, baby.” Instead of a response, the line went dead. I knew immediately that it wasn’t Johnny calling me. It was Elizabeth. Sure en...