I only got about two chapters into this book, but I've apparently read more of it than Ms Campbell, so I think I have every right to review it. For people who haven't already heard the story: Naomi Campbell, the iconic supermodel with the anger management problem, decided that it would be cool to be a published author. So she, or more likely her agent, contacted a ghost-writer, who duly produced this piece of crap.
At her first press conference held after publication, journalists asked for comments on the book. It was immediately clear that she hadn't read it. What was truly incredible was that the publisher, anticipating that there might be a problem, had asked the ghost-writer to send her a two page precis. She hadn't even got around to reading
that! Though I must grudgingly admire her honesty in coming clean. She does appear to have a sense of humor.
The book is pure, unadulterated nonsense, and is predicated on the assumption that no woman, given the chance, could imagine any higher happiness than to become a supermodel. I don't mind suspending disbelief, and I'm not a militant feminist or anything, but this was too much for me. I started to feel almost physically ill, and stopped reading.