Regardless of how mind-numbingly superficial this book generally was - Up until the point when Jenny McCarthy (who bragged about her stretch-marks and breast implants) finally revealed her "ace" and told her "Brad Pitt" story (which she cleverly held off telling till the very end of the book), I was all set to give "Love, Lust & Faking It" a 2.5-star rating. (Yes. I was actually feeling that generous!)
But - Hey! - Once McCarthy totally double-crossed me with this rancid, little "Pitt" story, I had no choice but to dock her ditzy book some extra points for ruthlessly setting me up for something worthwhile, then doing a total u-turn and dumping on me one of the most dumb, dreary and unfunny stories about Pitt imaginable.
From my perspective - This entire book was written from the annoying mind-set of a 14-year-old, white-trash, flake. Out of this book's 36 chapters, I'd say that at least half of these were just filler garbage, with Jenny gleefully spewing out recycled info about (what else?) sex, that only a clueless bimbo would find fascinating and informative.
Once again - Yes. I will admit that, at first, I was willing to give McCarthy's book a 2.5-star rating, 'cause there were some funny moments, here and there. But, once she clobbered me over the head with the asininity of her triumphant "Brad Pitt" story, that certainly changed everything.