The Woman In Me

I tried reading Britney Spears’s autobiography, “The Woman in Me,” but I couldn’t get past the first few chapters. Yes, I probably should have given it more time, but I just didn’t like the “voice” of the book. It seemed to me like it was written by an adult trying to describe a child’s perception of events. It was just an odd combination. I did some research when I just couldn’t get past this tone, and she did have not one…not two…but three ghostwriters. I think for me, having that many chefs in the kitchen muddied it down to the point where the book seemed less like an autobiography and more like historical fiction almost, but without a plot. The biggest challenge is that I found the first few chapters very “surface.” I know she was going to be dealing with some hard issues later in the book, including abortion, and I found I didn’t want to read about such a controversial issue from an author I wasn’t enjoying or couldn’t take seriously. So I gave up, but it was probably more of a “me” thing than a commentary on the actual book.