Good Stuff: A Reminiscence of My Father, Cary Grant


 I was eager to read about one of my favorite classic actors through the eyes of his only daughter, Jennifer Grant, but was disappointed with both the content and tone of the book.  Grant provided some amusing stories about moments she shared with her father, like playing pick up sticks with her father who would yell out a number and she would grab that specific pick up stick – as if she could identify them by number! 

I was hoping for another warm, witty, personal memoir like Deana Martin’s “Memories Are Made of This” which lovingly recounts the life of her father, Dean Martin.  Since Cary Grant had used a tape recorder to capture much of his time with his daughter, I was sure the book would be brimming with similar stories.  But, Grant utterly failed to provide any endearing information about his life that would have been known to only her.   Through the book, Grant seeks sympathy from the reader for growing up under the spotlight and fame of her famous father.  Please.  Couldn’t put it down fast enough.  Would NOT recommend it.

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