I am not really a celebrity follower. I don’t flip through People magazine at the grocery store counter (I’m too busy wondering if I’ve gone over my grocery budget or not and trying to calculate in my head how much my total will be).
In fact, as I looked through the memoirs I’ve read in the past, the ones I’ve enjoyed the most are about normal people and how they live their reasonably-ordinary lives. I like seeing what regular people do, what sorts of interesting backgrounds they have, and what they choose to do with their careers, families, marriages, and free time.
It’s less interesting, I’m discovering, for me to read about famous people, especially when they aren’t famous for something that really impresses me. See, I do like to read about US presidents or people who were real pioneers in the world in some way – inventing something or making radical progress for some country or group of people.
Actually, that’s what gave me any interest in reading You Have No Idea. What would the woman who was the first black Miss America (Vanessa Williams, if you live under a rock like I clearly do) have to say about her life?
In actuality? Nothing that I was very interested in. Mainly a lot about television parts and songs getting a lot of radio time. Maybe to someone who cares a lot about the entertainment industry this would have some appeal, but for me, it was a fast read that I’ll probably never think about again.
Time to go read about someone real and completely non-famous. And also remember again how I have no aspirations to ever ever ever be famous. There is a whole set of burdens I am happy to live without.
I am paid for my participation in the BlogHer Book Club, but I
choose which books to read and my reviews are strictly my own
opinions. If I think a book is terrible, I’ll say so. If I rave about
a book, it’s because it’s one I’d give to Kayla or my mom.