I love reading rock memoirs, especially ones of "redemption."

It still boggles my mind how many were bilked out of their just due.

I appreciate Cherie's honesty as she details the highs and lows. Not the best written, certainly, but a definite page turner.

It really was a whole other paradigm at that time, the 60s and 70s definitely, and it was easy to get swept up in the madness of it all, something younger readers might be left thinking, wtf? I was east coast and then mid America at that time, and it boggles my mind still how interconnected the LA scene was during these eras...and beyond.

I remember poring over the pages of my Creem magazines, feeling like perhaps for the first time, I had identifiable role models in The Runaways.

I came away really liking Cherie and her transcendence of an odd time, and I encourage her to write more, in depth, about her continuing adventures.