Not for Kathleen Turner the blandly ghostwritten autobiography: perennially ballsy, even through personal tragedy, sexism and the rheumatoid arthritis that has crippled her for years, the actress dishes the dirt on her roles - from her sultry film debut in Body Heat to her career pinnacle in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?. Immodesty aside - 'I write nice speeches; Hillary Clinton said I should publish my speeches' - Turner provides interesting insight into the mechanics of acting, as well as enjoyably bitchy frankness. Indeed, when this memoir was first published, Turner was sued by one-time co-star Nicolas Cage for falsely suggesting he had been arrested for drunk-driving and had stolen a chihuahua. The offending passages have since been excised, although Cage probably can't sue Turner for saying she thinks he had a stupid voice.