This is another train wreck of a memoir. I think I read these to make myself feel better since I find myself saying that my life is not nearly as bad as it can seem sometimes. Of course, I skipped the pages of incest so the rest of this read was pretty enjoyable. It all comes down to the same formula of kid with famous messed up parents becomes a messed up child star and on to messed up adultness. I wonder what the book would have been like if Phillps could actually remember her life.