"Love, Pamela," the new book by bombshell-slash-activist Pamela Anderson, covers a lifetime in 230-odd pages. It works out to about a little more than four pages for each year of her life — the chronological equivalent of a rock skipping over the surface of a deep, glacier-fed lake, like those sprinkled around Anderson's birthplace on Vancouver Island, Canada.
The result? There are lots of moments where the reader is left wanting more, either because the author handles an incredibly heavy topic with "striking brevity," as The Times' Mary McNamara notes in her "Love, Pamela" review, or because after Anderson delivers more generous details, myriad new questions arise.
Nothing like having to look things up the entire time you're reading, eh? Hopefully this will help with that.
