This would be an enjoyable read for anyone who likes Warhol and rock music from the 1960s/70s. It's definitely a wild ride following Ms Vanilla's career (aka Kathleen Dorritie) from Madison Avenue account rep in the early 1960s, to groupie, underground actress, and underground "punk" star in the '70's.
It's too bad nobody told her that she should stick with what she was good at; which was getting publicity, both for herself and others. Her own personal high water mark was probably when she became David Bowie's U.S. PR person (this was before he was well known here). Her many underground contacts and the zany stuff she came up with really did help get him noticed. If she had focused her energy on that, her life might not have skidded out of control so completely by the time she reached 40. However, being bitten by the music bug, she had to try to become a star in her own right. The problem was, though she had the personality, she didn't really have the musical chops.
The story ends in about 1977 after a tour of England (with Sting and Stewart Copeland before they hit mega-stardom). The slog was tougher than she thought it would be, prompting her to conclude that perhaps she was done with scrounging and notoriety (with little financial reward). After a nervous breakdown, followed by a series of odd jobs (including opening New York City's first phone sex line), she is now a "Rock and Roll Fairy Godmother" to a new generation of artists. However, I think she could have been a whole lot more with a modicum of self restraint.