Let me start by saying this is outside of my normal genre, because I don't follow the celebrity world much. I had hoped I would learn some interesting things that I could use as conversation starters at parties, or somehow get insights into the theoretically glamorous world of high end call girls. This book covers the author's life from her youth in Canada, her involvement with drugs early on, and her rebellious move to New York where she becomes a high end call girl and does a lot of drugs. Along the way she drops veiled names of famous people she has slept with.
But, the book was neither interesting or titillating. In short, the book is:
Had sex, made a lot of money
Did a lot of drugs
Had more sex, including with some famous people
Did even more drugs
More sex, more drugs, more famous people
Then everything falls apart
At least it doesn't try to have post facto judgements about 'the life' in either direction.
The problem is that the biggest empathy I felt towards the author is that my review wouldn't be good.
If you want to read a book about the horrors of drug abuse, read The Night of the Gun. It is much better written and much more interesting, and you'll walk away glad you read the book.
If you want to learn about prostitution from the safety of your couch, although it is historical, try Sin in the Second City. It is well written, interesting, and you'll walk away with lots to talk about.
To read about endless meaningless sex, try The Game. It gives a lot more view of the personalities involved, and includes some celebrities in it too (although by name, not just hinted)
If you want to read a stunning, moving autobiography about someone who has faced horrific adversity and persevered, try War Child.
In short, outside of some passages here and there, the final few chapters, and the nice cover photo, the book isn't worthwhile other than riding the Spitzer fame.