I've always enjoyed Rosanne's music and have a lot of her CDs so I thought this memoir would be interesting. There were some elements that I already knew that were expanded and what seemed like a fairly accurate account of her life. The problem was that she did almost none of it in order. Some chapters had themes, some had ideas, some had performances, etc., and that almost made it useless to read. In addition, about three-quarters in, she gets mystical and new-agey. For example, her father is very sick and about to lose a toe to diabetes (he got to keep it) and she writes "Black Cadillac" and says it's "prescient" because she wrote it about his death before he dies. Well, there was no doubt he was going to die very soon, so that's hardly forecasting. She gets all new-agey about 9/11, too (she and her daughter were there) and about how her life will go. The end of the book says more to come, so either she's going to wait some years to write about those or go back and write more of the older ones.
There were parts in this that I liked, but I felt the disorganization kept the book from truly being a memoir. I'm sure I'll still like her music, though.