[quote]r215 Way to screw up your legacy...
She did that with that stupid book about her new house ... which ended up looking like the lobby of a bland hotel.
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The customer reviews are rich:
[quote]My Passion for Design is indeed stuffed with colorful photos and spreads to illustrate her gardens, rooms, closets, etc.; passages of comments from the author pop up throughout. Does she know what she talks about? Yes. Names, dates, and searches for what she wants are ponderously detailed. The issue is that only 0.02% of people can use this information. Can I whip out my checkbook and spend millions on chickens to lay green eggs? Or hire gardeners to come over and debate the nature of the color red for the perfect rose? In this economy, few people outside her fanbase of rabid fans are likely to buy this book. One wonders if she makes her husband maintain his white hair so as not to clash with the decor. . . .
[quote]How embarrassing to flaunt off your riches like this. I have a lot of experience remodeling large homes of my own, but would NEVER go to these embarrassing lengths. I mean, she built her own shopping street for her antique doll collection and other shops in her basement. And then goes to the trouble of making the outside look like farm buildings. And her taste is boring--sorry Barbra. You did this for yourself and should have kept it to yourself.
[quote]Yikes her home is insane!!!
[quote]IT'S THE MOST NARCISSISTIC BOOK I'VE EVER SEEN. SHE CERTAINLY CAN SING, ACT AND DIRECT, but she can't write, take pickshuhs, or design. If she has a passion for design, it's unrequited, or it would be if she had less money. What a monstrosity. The only good think about it is that it inspired Jonathan Tolins, a playwright, to write his hit off Broadway comedy, Buyer and Cellar.
[quote]I found this book to be an incredibly myopic exercise in self-centeredness. It is a monument to how important BS thinks she is and how inner-directed her world has become. I found it to be hugely sad. I tried to make an allowance for how empty her life must have been, or is, to compel her to go to such lengths to fill this enormous void.
