Peggy Lee wrote this book with no help of any kind, and that becomes apparent early on. It is written exactly as she speaks, as if she were telling you a series of stories. With the exception of her extremely painful childhood, all of the rest is competely boring banter. It is extremely strange in that she talks about, in detail, every single accident she ever had (and there were hundreds). HUNDREDS. Even as a young woman she seemed to be falling all the time and breaking something. Ironically, she mentions having a "fever" countless times in this book, always over 103 degrees.
The enire book, after her childhood, consists almost solely of constant accidents (falling in her fish pond, fainting here and there, and more falling or tripping over something, etc) with concerts in between! There is no glamour or real excitement in this, and the truth becomes very apparent--she simply did not LIVE an interesting life! Her music was wonderful and she was too. But her life was simply uneventful, as least as far as anyone wanting to READ about it.
What is extrememly peculiar and is on nearly every single page, is 'name dropping'. EVERY name she mentions, was never a normal everyday person. They were someone who married this famous person, who was Ablert Einstein's assistant, or a "very famous" this or that. She was a very star-struck person, apparently, her entire life. One cringes as they read this, and cannot relate to her. Her romances were glossed over in a sentence or two (and of course they were "a big star" once upon a time). Even when the love of her life died, she mentions it in one small paragraph, and said "life goes on." It is common knowledge she was shattered, but says nothing about it here.
After you read this, you realize you've learned nothing about her. It is not "mysterious" or even evasive. She simply had nothing to say. You will close the book and say, "Is that all there is?" Let's wait for someone ELSE to write a book about her--and maybe we'll get some interesting facts. If there were any....