As the title suggests, this is not really a memoir (she has already written those) but she does use anecdotes from her personal life to help illustrate points about what women face as they age. I am the target demographic here...I am a 50 year old woman and a recent empty nester. Honestly, I think this book might bore any other group of people, but much of it resonated with me.

I am not famous or rich, so obviously, some of this did NOT resonate with me, but I think she did a good job of making her experiences relatable in the context of the hurdles women face as they age. Even when I found her thoughts on aging different from my own, it was still interesting to read how other women approach this stage of life.

Some of this is a bit off-putting....there is an underlying theme of her feeling frustrated with people (okay - men, to be specific) only ever valuing her for being a pretty face. Certainly, not being taken seriously as a woman IS a problem, but given the money and opportunities afforded to her due to her pretty face, it's not exactly a situation where anyone could feel sorry for her. To be fair, she acknowledges her privilege and doesn't try to be a martyr, but I think there could have been a tad more careful editing of these passages. Her points about women in general being valued for their looks over all else are valid and important. She does even admit that she was part of the problem due to her early years as a model and her contributions to encouraging a societal view of women as nothing but sexual objects.

Despite some moments that felt a bit out of touch, she makes some interesting points, shares some stories that were entertaining, and got me thinking more about my own views on what it means to be a middle-aged woman. Any book that encourages introspection has value. Recommend.

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.