In the immortal words of Criss Angel, are you ready?
I know, I know. You’ve been pining waiting for this moment for like two weeks, of course you’re ready!
Now imagine I’m Oprah and I’m announcing this in some sort of hybrid sing-songy yell: “The JaSGwaD Book Club Selection for August is House of Hilton by Jerry Oppenheimer!”
This book is fabulous. It’s got sex, sleeping pills, people having sex in vans, Zsa Zsa Gabor, fast cars, sex tapes, European getaways, Liz Taylor, contested wills, and more sex. It’s so trashtastic that I read it in a matter of hours.
Let me clarify: Although the book purports to be about the Hiltons, it also delves quite deeply into Paris’s mother’s side of the family. While I thought that would be quite a yawner, I actually found that section way juicier than all the “real” Hilton business (which has been detailed in documentaries and other books). There’s also quite a bit about Paris and how she’s a product of her mother, but oddly only two mentions of younger sister, Nicky. The best parts are definitely about Paris’s grandmother who I feel deserves a spinoff book of her own. Anyway, read the book for yourself and let me know what you think.
