I don’t have any particular interest in space exploration, but I love myself a little Mary Roach. In her previous books (Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers, Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex, and Gulp: Adventures on the Alimentary Canal), she always managed to make me laugh, no matter the subject matter. So I figured that I’d give this a try.
As far as celebrity memoirs goes, this one isn’t bad. Ferguson’s definitely led an interesting life, at least as far as addiction is concerned. That was really the most interesting part of the book, for me.
The description from the cover of Beauty Queens gives a vague idea of what it is about, and yet it misses so many important things. I put off reading this book until I had read almost all of the other books in the category, thinking that it would be a palate-cleanser between “serious” autobiographies, and nothing more. Instead, it turned out to be a fascinating, in-depth satire of the beauty industry, the mass media, and so many other things.
This is one of the books that I only heard about this year because of the Audies; sadly, I did not enjoy it as much as the others. In fact, “dislike” is too mild of a word. I downright hated almost the entire experience of listening to it.
If you have even the smallest bit of a soft spot for William Shatner, this will be one of the most fun books you’ll read (or, even better, listen to!), all year.