I bought this book after becoming a complete addict of the show The Girls Next Door, which in England is called Girls of the Playboy Mansion. I thought it would be a fun tell-all that would give me a bit of the inside scoop on Bridget, Holly and Kendra and, of course, Hef himself. It did deliver a lot of the dish, but instead of being the fun gossipy book that it could be, it is marred by what overwhelmingly seems to be just another story about some blonde girl that has become far too accustomed to having everything given to her.
Instead of the intention of the writer to make us feel for her, it made me a bit sick to my stomach. She would try to be gracious talking about all the things that Hef bought for her such as her beloved pug dogs, a computer, a car, her allowance, trips to the salon and clothing allowances, but instead of being thankful for these things, more often than not, St. James complains that it wasn’t enough. She complains that Hef being as rich as he was could afford to “do so much more” for his girlfriends. She forgets quickly all of the things that he did do for her and focuses on what he did not. It’s no wonder Hefner has pared down his “Party Posse” to only three girls. Who would want girlfriends that considered you a stepping stone and a job?
St. James is quick to put down Holly and Bridget throughout the book, but if you read into what is really going on, it seems to me that they are the ones that actually do care about Hef and aren’t there just to have fun and make some cash. St. James laments always being “roped off” from the crowds at public events and night clubs. Did she expect Hef to just have any old person stumbling all over him at these places? She complains that she was a prisoner and always longed to flirt and dance and talk to guys when they went out, but was she not supposed to be a girlfriend? She mentions the Girlfriends E! network reality show many times through the book and comments on things that Hef’s current girlfriends are saying. It comes off as jealous and catty rather than a tell-all.
I’m thinking this book was needed to make her feel good about herself. There are many instances where she talks about famous people that were staring at her from across the room and that she got to meet but couldn’t go off with them because then she wouldn’t be able to live at the mansion and get her weekly allowance. The amount of backside kissing she does to Gavin Maloof, Vegas Millionaire and owner of the Palms casino and hotel, makes me want to send her a case of lip salve. In the Thank You notes she writes “Gavin Maloof, thank you for so many things. You are truly one of the kindest, most generous people I have ever met. You are amazing; may God continue to bless you and your family.” In other words, “I’m looking for a new sugar daddy and you once let me stay in your super big hotel for free and let me win lots of money in your casino, want to hook up?” The way she tells it, she thinks she had a shot with Maloof. Funny, his casino and hotel is all Playboy themed out now. I think that maybe he was looking to score a bunny at the time and she is kidding herself. Just like she kids herself that her book was just a cathartic experience that she used to “heal herself” after her “imprisonment” at the Playboy Mansion. Cry me a river. More power to Kendra, Bridget and Holly. I’m glad they got rid of the others if they thought and acted anything like St. James. She even has the nerve to say she hopes that she and Hef can be friends in the future. I hope that he puts her in her place after reading this book. I wouldn’t be friends with anybody that talked about me or used me like she did Hef.
You can tell that this book was thrown together quickly because it is very disjointed and goes into tangents that don’t really fit in with the flow of the story. Also, there are countless typos and grammatical errors in the book. Could she not afford a proof reader? If she is as smart as she brags about in the book, could she not at least browse once through and make sure that there weren’t so many glaring mistakes? I’m not sure which part of the book made me feel more sorry for Hef, all of the parts where he was being bled dry for money or the shameless disrespect that was paid to him by his so-called girlfriend by talking about how old and trashy his house is and about how boring he is, that he can’t function without Viagra and how he is a lousy lover.
In my opinion, this poorly written book goes out of its way to try to justify the life that St. James has chosen. She threw away law school and failed the bar exam twice on purpose (one of the times, Hef paid $3,000 for that too, in addition to buying her computer and many other things for school and giving her a job with Playboy in the legal department which she makes excuses for leaving) to become a nothing and a nobody. St. James practically begs someone to give her an acting job in the last chapter. If Girls Next Door hadn’t of gotten popular, nobody would read this book. Don’t waste your money on it. If you have to read it, buy it used.