Over the weekend, I read Bebe Buell's autobiography, Rebel Heart: An American Rock 'n' Roll Journey. I knew very little about her before checking her book out from the library. WOW. What a refreshing and honest account of one's life - for better or worse. She talks in detail about the many many many famous rock-stars she has been involved with - Todd Rundgren, Iggy Pop, David Bowie, Elvis Costello, Rod Stewart, Jagger, Jimmy Page, Jack Nicholson. . . the list goes on and on. She also opens up about the great unrequited love of her life, Elvis Costello. In terms of juicy details and TMI, it's a great read.
Bebe's book was an especially lovely follow-up for me after reading some disappointing memoirs (Carrie Fisher, I'm looking at you). I just finished Ricky Martin's Me. Ricky is an interesting person, but just felt like I was reading the same affirming statement over and over again: "It was amazing!" You also have to wonder how interesting a memoir can be when within the first few pages, the famous author says he will not name any names.... and he means it! You don't even find out what his parents' names are.