I'll never write my memoirs

So. I don't read memoirs. I've very little interest in them, usually. But, come on. I HAD to read Grace Jones'. So when my partner was finished, I picked it up out of curiosity–and discovered some lovely writing. So lovely that I decided I should read it.

Grace is a very interesting person. A contradictory person. Strong and vulnerable, confident and uncertain. A person mostly interested in discovering the new, in recreating herself constantly. She is also a bit paranoid and prone to unfortunate relationships, and prone to having men issues. It's interesting that a woman with such a strong personality often gets mucked up by her relationships with men. And it's peculiar, to me, as a Millennial, that such a fierce woman has a fairly gendered view of men and women, that in some ways, she's old-fashioned in her view of gender and sex.

That being said, she's fascinating and intelligent. Her stories of her childhood are chilling, and I loved looking at pop-cultural history through the eyes of someone who lived it. And the history of her home, Jamaica.

Even though this book took the longest time to read all year, and I'm not into memoirs, I still quite enjoyed it.