Her way of writing – short paragraphs, a sentence here and there – keep you wanting more and often wishing that Hepburn would go into slightly more detail. Hepburn introduces us to the actors, actresses and directors whom she had the privilege of working with and who she admired. Hepburn begins by sharing snippets of her childhood – the intelligence of her parents and their friends, time spent at the lovely Fenwick, the tragic death of her older brother and her self-confident steps into the world of theater.Īs time goes on, Hepburn dives into her career as a movie actress, treating us to a collection of notes and memories from, what seems to be, dozens of films. It is entertaining, cryptic and unlike any other memoir I’ve read. Written while Hepburn was her eighties, Me: The Stories of My Life ismade up of chapters of reflection on her life. My lack of knowledge about Hepburn certainly must place me in a small percentage of readers who have picked up the book over the past thirty years, but it made for a rich reading experience (and I now am quite interested in watching one of Hepburn’s movies). Having never watched one of Hepburn’s films, I went into this book only knowing Katharine Hepburn’s name and the fact that she was a famous actress. I picked up Me: The Stories of My Life on a whim in the three moments I had to browse my library’s biographies, this was the only one that caught my eye.
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