I have rarely read an autobiography which is as honest in its content as this. Notwithstanding the media hype, Anne Robinson's intellect and her sheer guts shine through. Her account of her alcoholism is so devoid of self-pity and so painfully accurate that it almost physically hurts to read it. I left the book feeling grateful and privileged to have had an insight into the personality of someone who in no way is, or ever was, an unfit mother. The book also gives a brilliant insight into the hypocrisy and sexism which pervaded British society in the 60s and70s. I highly recommend this book.