Who knew? Pamela Anderson's debut novel Star
is funny, sexy, and utterly compelling--a must read for chick lit fans, subscribers to US Weekly
, and anyone with an ounce of curiosity about Hollywood. Still not convinced? Here are three reasons to read Star
: it offers a gossipy glimpse into the extravagant lives of the rich and shameless; its funny--filled with laugh-out-loud memorable moments; and most surprising, its got a lot of heart--don't be surprised if you find yourself falling for this sweet, naïve, and lovable heroine.
Anyone remotely familiar with Anderson's life will recognize the playfully disguised true story behind Star Wood Leigh's tale--how a tight t-shirt and a football game led to her appearance in Mann Magazine, an accidental audition landed her a spot on the home improvement send-up Hammer Time, and a show called Lifeguards, Inc confirmed her arrival on the Hollywood scene. Andersons book is delightful--a playful blend of fact and fiction thats a treat to read. The sex kitten with a heart of gold may be a familiar story, but Star offers what even the best chick lit and romance novels cannot--authenticity. Star is a novelization of Pamela Andersons life, and while its debatable whats fact and whats fiction (you'll never look at the Hollywood sign the same way again), the point is that it all could have happened to her. Star ends with a bit of a romantic cliffhanger, but anxious readers shouldn't fret--Anderson is hard at work on Stars sequel, a "great exciting romance" featuring the face-licking, impish Jimi Deed. --Daphne Durham
From Publishers Weekly
In Anderson's lighter-than-air debut, our titular heroine bears more than a passing resemblance to the author herself. Aspiring cosmetologist Esther Wood Leigh, nicknamed "Star" as a kid for her irresistible charm, is impossibly naïve, untenably good-hearted and utterly pneumatic when a marketing exec from Zax beer discovers her, um, magnetism at a football game. In remarkably Anderson-like fashion, Star goes on to grace the cover of a Playboy
-like magazine, land a role in a Baywatch
-like television series and get entangled with a string of Tommy Lee– and Kid Rock–like rock stars. Naturally, her path to A-list celebrity is punctuated by a steady stream of lighthearted, cringe-inducing sexual adventures with actors ("not the most imaginative lover, but like a favorite dildo, he was always ready to go"), moguls ("the strained notes of the aria trailed up and concluded in concert with their own activity"), mechanics (" 'So which of these has the most comfortable backseat?' she asked, ad-libbing wildly") and the occasional gang of naked strangers ("Star was still having sex, but she no longer had any idea with who"). Anderson's range is predictably limited, and she abandons quite a few unrealized plot threads along the way. This thinly veiled novelization of her own life doesn't pretend to be anything but trashy and cheesy, which gives it an amiable charm.
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