I have to quantify that--
I liked it a lot. I have to say, this is not a book I would have picked up or read just out of curiosity. It's a book that fell into my lap by way of a file on my Sony Reader and it is the first book I've read on the thing cover to cover.
The book is heavy on photos of Munn in various forms of undress or costume, which is fine. But she isn't really just trading on that. She's using real stories from her foray into Hollywood with stories about growing up Asian in America and living abroad as a military brat. She's a great critic of the culture and an astute observer of human nature. God, the sickos out there will make you cringe, and the way she tells it is without personal outrage or pity. A self-important person would name names and take a hectoring tone. Munn is smart enough to let their actions hang them. She tells her story and then she escapes their clutches.
If Olivia Munn had given in, you wouldn't know her name. She'd be someone's assistant with scabby knees and a propensity for sex acts that shall remain nameless. And she'd still have one of those lame boyfriends. What pieces of work were they, I must say.
Munn has a tremendous following--I'm not part of that. She has a fanboy base that is legendary and well-deserved. She really is good with gadgets, geeky, and wonderful with people. What you get from the book
I would definitely give this a chance. Munn has something to say, and I think the way that she chose to say it speaks volumes to how she presents herself.