Britney Spears holds nothing back in her short, bittersweet and extremely powerful memoir. Once America’s teen-pop princess, she reveals that she was drinking, smoking and having sex by the time she was 14. She went through a horrific home abortion at the behest of fellow teen-pop idol Justin Timberlake, bent over a toilet bowl howling without anesthesia, and in so much pain she thought she was going to die, while Timberlake tried to comfort her by strumming some acoustic guitar.
The somewhat vainglorious Timberlake doesn’t even come across as the worst man in her life. Spears writes that she has been taken advantage of by narcissistic self-serving boyfriends, hounded by paparazzi, and (she alleges) ruthlessly exploited by her father Jamie while the male-dominated music business and even her own family turned a blind eye to her suffering.
