This self-congratulatory, meandering memoir will leave readers wondering about the author’s reasons for writing it. Rhodes first chronicles her troubled childhood and dysfunctional family, and then moves on to document her jobs in advertising—while working in the field, she was successful and seduced a host of men. Rhodes concludes her story with how she turned herself into a literary agent—despite lacking any relevant experience. While the author may think readers will admire her chutzpah, they are instead left scratching their heads. The memoir ends abruptly; there is little reflection, and almost no self-awareness. Instead, readers are presented with a litany of lovers and anger over parental and romantic disappointments, and left with no real understanding of the author or her life.