Before reading this book I had a lot more respect for Christine Keeler. I had always viewed her as a plucky adventuress, out for a good time, and somewhat over her head in political gamesmanship. I liked the image of Christine as a 60s icon - the girl with enough sexual charisma to bring down a government. There are revelations in the book, and interesting ones at that regarding her and Ward's involvement in espionage and the Government's strategy to use her as a red herring to mitigate the damage. As a historical record, it undoubtedly makes an important contribution. However the book is very poorly written, it's choppy and not very well structured, and it's whiney. While I don't doubt that Christine was set up, and paid the price for challenging her society's moral code, she was an adult, and she did make her own decisions as to those with whom she associated, and the nature of those associations. She has also obviously benefitted from her fame and notoriety - she has traveled, she has had magnificent opportunities for relationships and associations that she could otherwise never have dreamed. In this book she blames Ward, the Government, her notoriety, even those who have loved her, for her lifetime of apparent regret and frustration. She blames everyone but herself. I was left wanting to tell her to grow up, accept and learn from the past, thank God for the opportunities she's had (and perhaps discarded) and continue to be the icon I have admired for the past 40 years.