I Don’t Know What You Know Me From: Confessions of a Co-Star by Judy Greer
I just couldn’t make myself keep reading. This book is like having a stranger’s grandmother tell you stories about them, only they only want to tell the mundane stories like “one time they stole a cookie and I told them to put it back”. I really wanted to enjoy it, and the prologue seems really promising, but it’s just boring.
I won’t rate this one because I only made it about 40 pages before I gave up; I’ll just say: There are way better celebrity memoirs out there. I wouldn’t bother with this one if I were you.
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