Brutally honest, McBain's memoir is often painful to read. She's met some real jerks, and she had to navigate a momentous shift in cultural expression with a sink-or-swim boot from her contract at Warner when she was only 24 years old.
McBain doesn't try to hide the times her vanity, jealousy, sexual appetite or ego got her into trouble, and she doesn't make many excuses beyond outlining her own dualistic impulses. Granted, a lot of the experiences she relays are by-products of the objectification of women that is prevalent today, but was many more times so in the 1960s - 1970s.
I'm glad McBain lived to tell her story, and I would still love to see her find a role in film or TV that was really fulfilling.