There is an awful lot crammed into these 304 pages, and a smidge more room to breathe would have been welcome. Nevertheless, it’s a fabulously frank and well-written book and, after such a roller coaster of a ride, one finds oneself in awe of Moore for determinedly clinging on.
In this devastatingly direct memoir, Moore says that when she was just 15 years old, her mother, Ginny, gave the key to their apartment to 48-year-old LA nightclub owner Val Dumas... Inside Out has a happy ending, for now. Moore is a flawed human, taking public responsibility for her failings — although I have no doubt that, at her worst, she was more difficult and damaging to be around than she pretends.