The Precious Blond Doll {Page-Turner}

Blonds have always had an aura about them, so much so that even now heads turn whenever a blond mane sways by. Just try and have a look whenever you have the opportunity.

When on top of the starlit hair you are endowed with the perfect body and a doll-like face, you are in for stardom. Or hell.

Marylin Monroe did not even get a glimpse of heaven in her earthly life: her deranged mother was all she had to start with, followed by her life at the orphanage and then from one foster family to another, carried by the scorching Californian winds.

She survived the madness, the fires and the greediness in her own way, understanding from the beginning that she'd better play the part others expected her to play than show her real feelings, her intelligence and unique sensitivity. And so Hollywood builds its very own blond doll to toy with, to stage in movies, act in life and accept their every diktat - ridiculously low wages included for every smashing hit movie she played in.

The book by Joyce Carol Oates starts with cruel words and devastating facts about babies; it continues, on and on, with babies - they appear and vanish, always there, never materialized to the point that they take their toll on the blond mother-to-be. So much so that she will never be.

Never a mother, never a free woman.

That's the price to pay to gain attention and unconditional love from the masses and the media. That's the high price to pay to do the job that makes you feel alive, on stage, on the big screen.

This book is a difficult read: harsh, hard, intricate and demanding. It has helped me find my way - the hard way - into the subtleties of an actress assembled piece-by-piece with a goal: fame. An actress everyone has talked and written about for year, and therefore completely unknown and misunderstood. And this is why this book is precious. Like the life of a one-of-a-kind Blonde.