The feeling reading this book was: why am I reading this about such an unpleasant person? It is written in a mocking, witty, and occasionally (especially near the end) sympathetic style. Not sure it all blends together, but in the end one felt some sorrow for her. But many more lives far less privileged are much sadder . The bitchy anecdotes for the many who met her are fun, if rather trashy.
I thought this was the most self indulgent rubbish I had ever read. I did not finish it, on the basis that there are really great and worthwhile biographies, even fiction , out there, and given that this was not one of those I did not waste my time with it, or allow it to take up on space on my shelves. It was full of wild speculation, poor lazy research and then complete fantasy fiction. Straight to the bin.