From the streets of Los Angeles, as a teenage runaway waitressing at The House of Pies, to the catwalks of Paris, working as a model/muse to Chanel, YSL, and Christian LaCroix, Lorelei Shellist has led a life full of gritty and glamorous extremes. This is her story, a memoir that, on the surface, may seem all glitz and glam, but whose beauty runs deep - an every woman's quest for strength, hope, happiness, understanding and inner-peace.
Rebellious, headstrong, independent and on her own at 15, Lorelei dreamed of being a model. She made that happen through determination and serendipity; a chance meeting with a '70s Southern California rock star opened the A-list Hollywood doors to a wondrous world, as well as a full-blown romance. Pounding the pavement in L.A. and New York taught her the hard knocks of being a working-class model. Fortitude and sheer will jetted her off to Europe, and there she met the doomed love her life, fiancé Steve Clark of Def Leppard. Theirs was a relationship mired in dizzying highs and bottomless lows, as she watched Steve drink and drug himself to death, and caught herself in the wake of his spiraling cycle of addiction and depression, unable to help.
Ultimately fleeing and finding the strength to save herself, Lorelei now shares the candid and blatant truth of how she survived the greatest loss in her life, as well as the aftermath and her determination to not only survive, but to heal herself and help to heal others.
©2008 Lorelei Shellist; (P)2009 Lorelei Shellist
What I found most enjoyable was hearing about Lorelei's climb to success and, of course, her relationship with one of my guitar heroes, Steve Clark.
My favorite character has to be Steve but the insight Lorelei gives into their lives is what truly makes the latter part of the book the most compelling and enjoyable.
The fact that it was her telling her own story made it seem that much more real. My first complaint (and it could be hardware related on my part) was the skips and breaks that popped in occasionally. My second was the mix of the between chapter music. It overwhelmed the chapter titles often making them hard to understand.
I was nearly in tears by the end of the book. I've loved Steve Clark's and Def Leppard's music since I was in jr. high back in the 80's. To hear how he spiraled so out of control was heart-wrenching. Even worse was hearing how much damage he did to those that loved him, especially "Martha". It's a shame, a real shame, he never saw how much he had and how much he deserved it.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, Lorelei, for sharing such a wonderful tale. Not only were the stories with Steve compelling, but your life before Steve had me almost equally enthralled. I loved the book and feel forever grateful for you sharing it with me.
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