As I began reading this book about Mackenzie Phillips and her completely screwed-up upbringing, I had no idea what kind of roller coaster ride I was in for. Her ghost writer is a phenomenal master of the written word, and I would add a star just for that alone, but this was the never-ending story of sex, drugs and rock n roll that just went round and round into an abysmal downward spiral. I actually couldn't wait to reach the end because I was so tired of reading about her drug use. This story could have gotten to the point a lot quicker--blame it on lousy editing. This is not to diminish in any way the horrific life that this girl had to endure from a tender age--thrust into a world of drugs, sex and incest--with no one to help her out of it because they were all so deeply immersed themselves. She never had a fighting chance. Shame on you, John Phillips.