I thought your review was spot on. I think the book should have been called My Life with Myself....and Oh....Farrah. Disgusting the way she doted on her own self while her "best friend" was fighting the fight for her life. Shame on her for including Mimmo the Mimbo in this book. No one cares if she got laid or not. Not to mention her constantly having to refer to panic attacks due to worrying about her future. One that she said...in her own words, mind you....she needed a billionaire...because she was past the millionaire status...to survive. I have a nice word for her. JOB. Get a damn job...and stop trying to cash in on you "dear friends" fight for life. Farrah did not die to make you rich. You used her for that on your own dime. Sick? Farrah was Sick.....Farrah fought the fight.....Alana was along for the ride to reap the money after Farrah died. I say the same thing for Ryan Oneal....who totally disgusted me when he said "Farrah had Anal Cancer....and then went on to babble about how disgusting it was that this "sex symbol" would get cancer THERE! He should have been kicked to the curb long ago.
Farrah was misled by doctors in Germany. Given false hope....taken advantage of. She was terminal from the onset. People made so much money off of her and her illness. But for her best friend to continue to do so is, in my opinion, unforgivable. I wish the woman no ill well....buit if I was her....I would hunt down my own rosary and ask to be forgived for being a user......a low life...Mimmo Bimbo Loser. Alana...you were not worth the Pecans in the pies Farrah baked. Get a life. Get a job...and stop using people.