This is a better book that I would have guessed because the actress that played the teacher on Little House is nothing like her character--she has a shocking lifetime wild side and names names as she sleeps he way through Hollywood. There are some great sections but too much emphasis on Eraserhead and Twin Peaks, as well as her bragging about decades of cocaine abuse and alcoholism.
The first half makes for entertaining reading as she namedrops the famous people she slept with, though almost no details are given. Singer Jim Morrison? Jon Voight? Mike Connors from Mannix? Mr. Edwards from Little House? She hung out with the Rolling Stones, the men from West Side Story, the dad from The Waltons, and Gene Kelly! This woman never met a guy she wasn't willing to sleep with (except for a hilarious date with Don Knotts and turning down creepy Glenn Ford), and she doesn't apologize for any of it, including the sad abortion she had with her future husband, co-star Tim Considine from My Three Sons.
But that also gets to the heart of the problem of the book. This woman is now in her upper 70s and seems to take great joy in recounting how immoral she was. Lots of sex, cheating on her husband, sleeping with married men, drugs, and drinking. She treats it all like it's normal and no big deal--literally saying it's no different to her than reading a book or eating a meal. No lessons learned, just a hedonistic life that, if anything, she misses as she ages. Where is the moral message?
"Why did I sleep around? At the time, I told myself it was fun and it felt good." That's the extent of her introspection, other than adding after cheating on her first husband, "The men I slept with wanted me. I ranked high in their priorities." That does provide some insight into all people who choose to sleep around, because they simply like to feel wanted and a priority (even temporarily). Or maybe she internally realized that her value in Hollywood was only coming because she was willing to go to bed with almost anyone and not expect a commitment.
Most around her were having sex, drinking too much and doing lots of serious drugs. When her business manager steals all her earnings, leaving her penniless, she says, "Syd wasn't a bad guy. He was a good guy with a bad addiction." Seriously? He was a criminal. I guess someone who never went a day without drugs for decades can rationalize anything--and that attitude represents the liberal/leftist view that tries to present evildoers as "good."
I like that she is not enamored of everyone she encounters--Jack Lord, Dennis Weaver, Michael Gross and Shirley MacLaine are shown to be terrible to work with. But where is the fact checker? There are a number of major errors about TV and Hollywood. (Julie Andrews was not in The Private War of Major Benson, Richard Basehart was in the TV version of Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea and not the movie, etc.). At one point she claimed that near the end of his life Michael Landon "was guest starring on a show in the 1990s, I believe it was Touched by an Angel." HUH? Simply look up his IMDb--Landon didn't guest star late in life and certainly not on Touched by an Angel! The coauthor should have caught these or done better research.
In the last half of the book she finally admits to being an alcoholic, but then decades later when her third husband dies she starts drinking again and goes right back to her old immoral ways. Typically there are lessons or morals in a book like this, but here there are none.
There is a lengthy section on Little House which adds some depth to the other books the series' stars have written. But there's also way too much about Eraserhead and Twin Peaks, for which you have to be an extreme fan to make it through.
Probably most fun was that she was on so many TV shows as a guest star in the 1950s and 1960s. Those watching reruns of Bonanza and Gunsmoke and My Three Sons will have to look for her work. And of course I love Little House, but this book will make you visualize the prim schoolteacher bedding crusty Mr. Edwards. I will not be able to get the image out of my mind that this sweet on-screen woman is in reality a trashy, promiscuous typical Hollywood immoral type. Which says something very sad about the TV industry and the people who make "family" shows.
Read in 2018 and 2025.