Jackson memoir full of personal revelations, her new book, “True You,” written with David Ritz, isn’t it. Jackson lets you know that right up front, stating clearly that this is not her autobiography, but a “journey” of love and self-acceptance that she’s sharing with her readers.
Okay, but what really happened with you and your secret husband? (It does rate a brief mention in the book, along with the disclaimer that she can’t legally discuss it. Sigh.)
If those are the kinds of things you want to know more about, you’ll probably have to run into Jackson in a bar somewhere in a distant country and get her very, very drunk, if that’s even possible, or wait for Kitty Kelley or J. Randy Taraborrelli to take her on as an unauthorized biography subject. If juicy gossip is not what you’re looking for, then “True You” might have some value.
In the book, Jackson talks mainly about her struggles for self-acceptance, despite her money, beauty, famous family and celebrity. While she speaks eloquently on those topics, there are two inherent problems with “True You
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