This autobiography is not to be compared with Rosalind Miles "I, Elizabeth" or any of the novels by Margartet Georges ("The Memoirs of Cleopatra" "Mary Queen of Scots" and "Henry VIII") or Robert K. Massie's "Peter the Great"(non fiction). I was under the impresion that I was going to read a well organized story like the ones I mentioned. I was wrong. Suddenly she talks about her looks, then about some relatives that does not like pictures, then she talks about some relatives, about her husband etc. etc.etc. Why can't the book start with something like "I was born in ...." and then keep a chronological sequence of events, and introduce all the characters in that order? Very poor literature.