2.5 stars

Hilfiger put more emphasis on chronicling her career than her Lyme disease. Though it is woven throughout the entire book, the specifics are glazed over. She mentioned only a few symptoms and repeated them over and over; the same is true of her various treatments. She just didn't include enough details to assist a reader looking to learn a lot more about Lyme disease.

She stated that she didn't mean to name-drop, yet did so incessantly; she repeatedly yammered about listening to classic rock bands and smoking pot; and she had some very "interesting" spiritual beliefs that she formed by cherry-picking from various religions/traditions.

Like many other memoirs, it was worth reading only because it is Hilfiger's story, and a way to gain perspective and compassion for others. ( )

Needs editing. Too much random stuff. ( )

nonfiction (struggling with Lyme disease; chronic autoimmune diseases). It's best not to get bitten by any ticks in the first place--even if you don't live in the deer tick "hotbed" of Connecticut/east coast woodland areas, you should still protect yourself whenever hiking through areas where there are deer (don't let me be the only weirdo person with their pants tucked into their socks).

This book could have used some better editing, but I will gladly cut the author some slack--she's been through enough (and will likely go through more). Anything that promotes awareness of weird, hard-to-diagnose autoimmune diseases is fine by me, though this had way less science/health info in it than I thought it would. ( )