In keeping with her well-contrived “hot mess” public image, it’s a disjointed scrapbook of images and random thoughts. Salon’s reviewer can’t seem to get out of the cookie-cutter mode of feminist analysis, spending paragraph after paragraph discussing whether the book proves or disproves Love as being some sort of role model for All Females Everywhere. Silly reviewer: Of course she’s not. That’s part of her appeal, or at least it used to be.