At age 6 I knocked over a water cooler during a cross country trip while wearing my “Cher” pajamas and dancing in our van while singing “Dark Lady.” Not even the memory of my father getting upset with me for the water all over the van kept me from being a fan of Cher’s music and her work. And not even the missed opportunity of seeing her in Grand Rapids (the show was cancelled and I still have my ticket) could keep me from reading her memoir. Her memoir is a fantastic read which comes across as a candid conversation. Though there are some parts that seem a bit non sequitur it keeps up the feeling that the subject is speaking to the audience. More than just what happened but the inclusion of the feelings with the events make this a memoir that is enjoyable to spend time with.