Do I think this book was published because it's Drew Barrymore's? Yes.
Do I think the subject is not-all-that? Yes.
Did I enjoy it anyway? Yes.
I get to see a lot of non-biographical books written by stars and in most cases, it's the fact they're well-known people with clout that gets their crap published. Like they don't get enough attention being actors and rock stars and what have you. I roll my eyes at those people.
There are always exceptions. I have found [a:Henry Winkler|140559|Henry Winkler|https://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1316836250p2/140559.jpg]'s and [a:Jamie Lee Curtis|5693|Jamie Lee Curtis|https://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1221195319p2/5693.jpg]'s children's book to be fun and delightful and I appreciate [a:Julie Andrews Edwards|6781|Julie Andrews Edwards|https://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1373997074p2/6781.jpg] truck stories; I've never been particularly charmed by them, myself, but I know plenty of kids who are and that's good enough for me.
This book...I think its appeal is that it reminds me of friends, both current and long-gone. I know these people who collect random hearts. I brought a heart-shaped stone back from Greece for a girl who collected heart-shaped rocks. I have a friend who collects found objects, all heart-shaped. It's a hobby, a need, an obsession I do not share but that I can completely understand, and, better yet, can add to. I like seeing a heart and giving it to a friend who loves hearts; it feels good. This book reminded me of that feeling even though there's nothing particularly moving in the pictures -some being quite a stretch- or the text.
I will probably buy a copy or two of this to give to those friends who, like Barrymore, find hearts in everything.