Paris: A Memoir for Young Women in the Age of Influencers

by Paris Hilton

I begged and cried. “Mom, please, please, please take me home.” “You’ll like this place,” she said. “Look. It’s really nice.” She showed me a brochure that featured happy students, green grass, and a stately lodge with a rainbow arcing across the sky above, with the words The Cascade School. Again. Actual ad copy: As a community, we acknowledge the true potential of humanity and the nobility of the struggle toward a sane, caring, and enlightened world. For fuck’s sake. “Mom, I can’t,” I said. “I’m literally going through hell. These places are insane. These people are lying!” “Let’s not spend our time arguing,” said Mom. “This is hard for all of us. We have to be strong. We have one year left before you turn eighteen. This is our last chance to save you. We have to see it through.”