Confident, confiding ... A detailed and characteristically profane recollection of its author’s eventful life ... These 400 pages show the mettle behind the Mackie. Here’s to a sequel with sequins, expected in 2025.
The alluring woman gracing the book’s cover is the same one who appears in these pages: intelligent, sensitive and engaging ... Conversational ... Minor quibbles ... A fun read, a candid and well-written book that will justifiably make her legion of fans excited for the release of the second volume. Like Barbra Streisand, who recently penned a 970-page memoir, Cher is one of the handful of artists whose extraordinary life merits the extra ink.
A bracing read, peppered with caustic quips and self-effacing anecdotes, but fundamentally frank ... She offers a persuasive, wry, rousing account of what made her, and what she was able to make in turn.
It’s such a terrific story, so it’s a shame the writing is too often so unlike Cher’s charismatic voice ... Some leaden writing isn’t going to diminish her. She walks on and keeps going.
Sometimes unnecessary detail ... Only sometimes, when, among the forensically detailed recollections, there’s a sneaking sense of the real Cher, the one we’re very keen to get to know, standing behind carefully frosted glass. Still, in the main, Part One makes for a hearty, full-blooded read.
Cher lingers on the edges of one of popular culture’s most intriguing comebacks, with the singer rebranding herself as a bona fide movie star. But make no mistake about it, Cher’s is a uniquely American story. The product of a diversity of experiences and surviving on pure grit, Cher is us.
The problem with trying to emulate Cher on the page, though, is that her voice is particularly distinct: a dryer-than-dry mix of innocence, bluntness and almost masculine swagger ... On the page, absolutely wild tales from Cher’s life are told with sleepy matter-of-factness.
