Paula Yates fascinated me from a very early age. Many of my fashion statements were influenced by this woman and up until meeting Michael, she seems to have had it all. I tried not to read the accounts of her gradual downfall in the tabloid press, the romantic in me not wanting to believe she could have fallen so far from 'grace'. I guess for some of us she'd become more like an old friend than an untouchable celebrity over the years and it appeared as though like many of us, all she ever wanted was to be happy. I approached this book with a degree of trepidation, and left it a couple of days later with an overwhelming sense of sadness. I couldn't put the book down, being drawn deeper into it's stark revelations and knowing that with the turn of a page the image of 'our Paula' would be blown apart. It had to be done, the truth about these individuals had to be told, and it was told with style, sensitivity and astonishing attention to detail. Agar is indeed a woman with insight; she was obviously keeping a diary of her friendship with Paula - who wouldn't have?- and has skillfully managed to intertwine what could have become a simple date/time/incident account with moving and honest thoughts and feelings as the lives of all concerned were affected and torn apart by this destructive relationship. Agar's insight into Paula's personality was for the most part painful to read, her actions, the single-minded way in which she felt compelled to manipulate, lie and deceive all around her left a nasty taste in the mouth. Drugs, dependancy, obsession and the ultimate demise of two of the most colourful, talented, intelligent and fatally flawed individuals of our times are documented here in one of the most enthralling reads of recent years. Personally speaking, I think the author has achieved her goal. I've taken the time to stop and look at my life - there is need for change for most of us, maybe not on the scale of those detailed in this book, but change nontheless. Help is there if it is needed, if only we can be human enough to ask, honest enough to admit. Just one last thing. The British press and their relationship with those in the public eye - the revelations were shocking, the 'leaking' of stories and trading of gossip, are we the public really so gullible? Or so hungry and bored with our own lives that we need to perpetuate this feeding frenzy? Enough said.