The Girls Next Door was a secret guilty pleasure of mine. It was on during a weird time in my life. I was the new mom to a toddler and a baby. My baby boy slept very little and I found myself being up with him at all hours. During those hours I would often tune into E! And watch hours of mind numbing TV while I cried and desperately tried to rock my baby to sleep (I had baby blues depression and he had colic.) My favorite show was GND , their lives were seemed so fun and carefree (so unlike my chaotic one) Then I watched an episode were the girls were throwing another playmate a baby shower. Holly seemed so depressed, like she would trade everything she had to be the one having the baby instead. In that instant rocking my baby I felt very lucky and started feeling better. Holly became my favorite on the show (the classy shy one)and I still followed her life after the show So I was interested to read her book.
The book while very dishy. Also seems a bit short sighted. A lot of the insults and complaints she lodges. Could easily apply to herself. She lambasts cookie cutter gold digging blondes. While admitting she modeled herself after Hugh Hefners ideal image of a woman, and moved into the mansion because she had nowhere else to go. She constantly refers to "mean girls" while saying mean nasty stuff about other women.
I did find her chronicling of her early years in the mansion interesting. The early 2000's were a very different time. I hardly think in todays "woke" climate. That a series about three blondes and the old man who sexually and emotionally abuses them would be so successful.
In the end I'm happy she found some happiness in her life and hope this book gave her closure.