Brooke Shields wants you to know she’s not just aging—she’s thriving. And sure, that’s inspiring… if you’re Brooke Shields.
First off, let’s address the obvious: Brooke Shields is aging like a bottle of top-shelf wine sealed in a vault somewhere (and probably blessed by skincare wizards), so her insights on the struggles of midlife feel a bit, well, aspirational for the rest of us mere mortals.

This book is a mix of personal anecdotes, societal observations, and a healthy dose of “you can do it too!” energy, which alternates between empowering and slightly exhausting. Shields is funny, charming, and candid as she recounts her journey from being ogled in Calvin Klein ads to embracing her 59-year-old self. But let’s be real: it’s easier to age gracefully when you have a personal trainer, a glam squad, and the kind of cheekbones that don’t quit.

The book’s best moments are when Brooke gets personal—she opens up about her life in the spotlight, the pressures of Hollywood, and how society loves to slap an expiration date on women like it’s a clearance sticker at the grocery store. Those parts feel real and relatable, even if you’ve never graced a Vogue cover. But sometimes, her “you’re as young as you feel” mantras feel a little like being handed a $20 candle when your house is on fire.

To be fair, Brooke’s wit and self-awareness are charming. She acknowledges her privilege, though not always with the depth you’d hope for. At times, it feels like she’s saying, “Aging is liberating!” from a luxury spa while the rest of us are standing in the drugstore aisle debating if we should spend $30 on an anti-aging cream that promises to fix our entire lives.