Paris. Yes, by Paris Hilton. Bias alert. I didn’t expect much out of this book. I had just finished reading Britney Spears’s memoir and it was recommended so I was like, “sure, why not?”
Actually, it was Britney’s book that very gently sparked my curiosity about Paris a Hilton. She briefly touched on a time when they were out partying together. It made me want to learn more about her story. So when the recommendation popped up, I took the bait and clicked.
Well, damn. First of all, I was completely wrong about everything I thought I knew about her. (Sorry Paris) And second, what an effin bad ass biotch! If you’re anything like me and placed Paris Hilton on some dumd blond privileged pretty girl shelf, do yourself a favor, and think again. I was reminded that there’s always more than meets the eye.
Paris wrote about living with ADHD, the affects ADHD had in her childhood, and recounted some seriously messed up of parts of her life as a youth. She is way more of a survivor than I’ve ever realized.
So don’t be like me and settle on a media constructed bias about this beautiful human, read her story. It’s worth hearing.