OK, where to begin? Let's discuss the art first, as we approach this through the front cover. At no point does the character here look anything like Marilyn Monroe – even her Nofukpops would look more lifelike. So, will the text redeem itself? Barely. In mentioning the fact she did a nuddy calendar, and then stating that she "knew she had done nothing wrong", the book kind of comes down rather liberally on the matter. Yay, let's all encourage primary school children into stripping – that'll work! It's quite remarkable the book dares mention it, for her multiple failed marriages are absent, her drug-addled death is nowhere here, and the fact she needed idiot boards in every sightline while she was trying to perform is counter to the message of her being some fabulous film star. Indeed, if you know anything about this woman, you probably know she really isn't a subject for a series that is supposed to inspire the very young with superlative examples. Obviously she had a kind of kind and warm spirit (she didn't come back to haunt the world of Elton John for crimes against music, as far as we know) but it's a little hard to be too kind about this book.