Countless celebrities have penned autobiographies. Not a lot are like Drew Barrymore’s.
“Wildflower” bounces chronologically and thematically, and generally refuses to bend to the rules of conventional memoir writing.
“If it feels personal for you, then I am so happy, because it was personal for me,” the actress writes in the not-a-memoir’s preface. “I didn’t write it in any particular format.”
The lack of a traditional structure works, because the end result is an illuminating, entertaining look at the famously free-spirited actress’ 40 years on earth.
The book is as down-to-earth as the author herself appears. It also is self-deprecating, with references to Barrymore’s “klutziness” and her “valley girl” cadence.