Dedicated to Jacqueline Susann who could easily have written it, this book is also the ""Was it beautiful for you, too?"" kind of thing Robbins does best--this life cycle of JeriLee who from pubescent precocity on learned that ""It's not easy growing up to be a woman."" Particularly if you have an irresistible sexuality and can't forget your father. Thus at seventeen JeriLee marries Walter Thornton, a playwright (JeriLee had always wanted to become a writer) who divorces her after six years. From then on it's all downhill; others dump on her; Mafia man DaCosta helps her into one of his Playboy Club-type parlors; and in between the men there were the more loving women (JeriLee is really bisexual) and the destructive progression from Valium to Nembutal, joints to coke, which finally land her in Creedmore. A good detective helps get her out of it, she writes her Oscar-winning screenplay, Nice Girls Go to Hell, and makes her Academy Award appearance with stark simplicity. Cheesecake from Sardi's to Chasen's but prima in terms of sales and all-around exposure before that final one.