Confessions of a Wild Child

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Lucky Santangelo. A fifteen-year-old wild child ready to discover life, love and independence. Daughter of the notorious Gino, Lucky discovers her mother's murdered body floating in the family swimming pool at the tender age of four. Since then Gino has kept her protected from life closeted in their Bel Air mansion. But in Jackie Collins' Confessions of a Wild Child, Lucky finally breaks free, and running away from boarding school the adventures begin. Boys, sex, drugs and rock n' roll - Lucky ...

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Lucky Santangelo. A fifteen-year-old wild child ready to discover life, love and independence. Daughter of the notorious Gino, Lucky discovers her mother's murdered body floating in the family swimming pool at the tender age of four. Since then Gino has kept her protected from life closeted in their Bel Air mansion. But in Jackie Collins' Confessions of a Wild Child, Lucky finally breaks free, and running away from boarding school the adventures begin. Boys, sex, drugs and rock n' roll - Lucky explores it all in preparation for the strong, kick-ass woman she eventually becomes. Delve into the world that Lucky rules!

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Collins (The Power Trip, 2013, etc.) returns with the story of her beloved Lucky's teenage years. Growing up in the lap of luxury isn't what it's cracked up to be. Despite living in a palace replete with tennis courts and servants to attend to her every whim, Lucky realizes that she and her brother, Dario, are just prisoners in a posh jail. Certainly her mobster father, Gino, wants to keep his children safe (after all, their mother was murdered in the swimming pool), but at 15, Lucky is already champing at the bit to live a little more on the wild side. Ironically, being sent to an elite boarding school in Switzerland is her big chance. At L'Evier, she meets Olympia Stanislopoulos, who quickly initiates her into the dark arts of smoking, drinking and sneaking out to meet boys. Sexually curious, Lucky is eager to practice "almost." Soon enough, Lucky is kicked out of school, angering Gino, who ships her off to another school, where the shenanigans resume. Lucky stews over her crush on Marco (her father's driver), Gino indulges in an affair with a movie star (the delightfully named Marabelle Blue), Dario begins a potentially dangerous affair, and Olympia drags Lucky into more trouble. Despite all the (not particularly explicit) action, Lucky's tale has a fairly flat plotline. Part of the trouble in building tension lies with Lucky's own gimlet-eyed stoicism. She is, indeed, her father's daughter, and nothing will distract her from her ultimate goal of becoming Gino's successor. Even the potentially catastrophic arranged marriage to a senator's son is met with bemused calculation rather than horror. Even the staunchest fans of the Santangelo family may be disappointed with this rather thin addition to the saga.
From the Publisher
"No one paints a more delicious portrait of Hollywood than Jackie Collins." —New York Post

"Jackie Collins knows a thing or two about life in the fast lane…[with] her wry sense of humor and spitfire approach." —Bazaar

"If anyone knows Hollywood, it’s Jackie Collins."—New York Daily News

Library Journal
Best-selling author Collins is back! Her latest offering focuses on the coming-of-age adventures of her popular protagonist Lucky Santangelo as a defiant and wild teenager. Fans will recall Collins devoted some pages to this period in Lucky's life in Chances, the first book in the Santangelo series, and the author follows her original story pretty faithfully while filling in the blanks. Readers will learn more about "Lucky Saint" and her best friend Olympia getting kicked out of boarding schools, experimenting with sex (well, lots of "almost" in Lucky's case), and dealing with their often absent but always powerful daddies. VERDICT Once again, Collins delivers a fast and fun read, but there are some noticeable differences in her writing style. Chances is in third person, while this new book has Lucky telling her story in the first person. Fans will also notice a definite lack of detail in the sex scenes compared with other books in this series. Also, Chances depicts Lucky as a teenager in 1965, but this book places her firmly in the now with present-day pop culture references and slang. Fans of the Santangelo series will want to read this, and it should be enough of a tease to convince new readers to check out the rest of the series, despite the time warp. [See Prepub Alert, 8/12/13.]—Samantha Gust, Niagara Univ. Lib., NY
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250050939
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 2/4/2014
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 773,526
  • Product dimensions: 6.40 (w) x 9.40 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Jackie Collins

JACKIE COLLINS is the author of twenty-nine New York Times bestselling novels. More than 500 million of her books have sold in more than forty countries. From Hollywood Wives to Lady Boss, from Chances to Poor Little Bitch Girl, Jackie Collins has chronicled the lives of the rich and famous with "devastating accuracy" (Los Angeles Times). She lives in Beverly Hills.


Louis Malle may have branded Jackie Collins a "raunchy moralist," but it wasn't her sense of ethical propriety that had her in a snit when Kenneth Starr dutifully reported to the nation the details of the pseudo-coupling between Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky. It was her literary pride. "Everybody said that the Monica Lewinsky stuff in the Starr report was like a Jackie Collins book," she told the Chicago Tribune in 2001, "but if I'd written it, the sex would have been better."

Unquestionably. Jacqueline Susann may be the Emily Bronte of the naughty bits, but Collins is surely Charlotte, having filled her books to the rim with skin since her first novel The World Is Full of Married Men appeared in 1968. Since then, there has been a string of sexy Hollywood moguls, sexy models, sexy wives of Hollywood moguls, sexy divorcées and sexy children of Hollywood moguls in such titles as Chances, Lucky and Throb as well as The Bitch and The Stud (both made into movies starring big sister Joan).

The critics, when they take notice at all, tend to sniff. ("While no one expects Lady Boss to be a literary banquet, certainly a yummy little snack is in order" is about the best to expect from The New York Times.) But those who can look past the satin sheets and champagne flutes see more going on in the Collins canon. Hers is a dissection of the vacuous, viperish entertainment class hiding behind designer sunglasses in Los Angeles. Vanity Fair called her "Hollywood's own Marcel Proust.” The Advocate hinted that she might be the Charles Dickens of Beverly Hills. And Joe Queenan, a Hollywood player himself, said Collins's 1993 novel American Star was nothing less than a lament of the American family's demise.

"It would be easy to self-righteously label this book trashy and worthless -- but it's not entirely either," the Detroit News wrote in a review of Collins's 1983 novel Hollywood Wives. "Jackie Collins has a talent for titillation and a knack for wooing the most reluctant of readers into a plot that spends 15 percent of the time peeking at people in the sack and the other 85 percent daydreaming about it. Deliberately or not, she speaks eloquently of emptiness through the lives of people who would seem to have everything: French poodles, Mexican maids, American Express."

And Judy Bass wrote in the Los Angeles Times that Collins's gimlet eye for detail is what makes her novels such a gas: "Collins caricatures the life styles of the rich and famous with devastating accuracy. She spoofs every nuance of their attire, speech and relationships, never allowing tedium or predictability to dilute the reader's fun."

There are a number of recurring characters in Collins's books, though none better known than Lucky Santangelo, the sexy (natch) film studio owner who has appeared in Lucky, Lady Boss, Vendetta: Lucky's Revenge and Dangerous Kiss. The Lucky series bring together all the required ingredients of a Collins cocktail: the rich and famous, the shifty Hollywood shenanigans, scheming opportunists and a bug-on-the-wall vantage point of every -- or every other -- bedroom in the 90210 zip code.

Time once wrote of a Collins novel that it allowed the reader the rare opportunity to watch adverbs mate. Of course. There's a high art to the lowbrow. The Village Voice, writing in 2000, understood that: "The beauty of the trashy novel is twofold: It's a lightning-quick read, and you can howl in smug superiority as you turn the pages. Lethal Seduction, the latest from well-appointed and leopard-print-swathed Queen of Trash Jackie Collins, is a prime example of page-turning, literary-hauteur-stoking fun."

But it might have been People, reviewing Vendetta: Lucky's Revenge, that most succinctly summed up the contradictory seductiveness of the Jackie Collins novel: "embarrassing to pick up, impossible to put down."

Good To Know

Collins makes a mean meatloaf. "It's the herbs and spices," she told Biography magazine, "and my essence."

Collins spends about a year writing each novel, and does so entirely in longhand.

She eschews the stodgy demands of grammar. "I don't basically understand grammar," she is quoted as saying in Contemporary Popular Writers. "I call myself a street writer. I write purely by instinct. I've decided people don't speak in grammatical conversations.... The important thing is I get people into the bookstores who probably wouldn't be there otherwise."

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    1. Also Known As:
      Jacqueline Jill Collins (full name)
    2. Hometown:
      Los Angeles, California
    1. Date of Birth:
      October 4, 1941
    2. Place of Birth:
      London, England

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Confessions of a Wild Child

Lucky: the Early Years

By Jackie Collins

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2014 Chances, Inc.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4668-5192-4


How does a girl get through school stuck with the name Lucky Saint? How does a girl answer questions about her family when her mom was murdered and her dad was once an infamous criminal known as Gino the Ram?

Beats me. But if I have to, then I absolutely can do it. I'm a Santangelo after all. A freaking survivor of a major screwed-up childhood. A girl with a shining future.

Now here I am—a week before my fifteenth birthday—about to be packed off to L'Evier, which I'm informed is a very expensive private boarding school in Switzerland, so I'd better like it or else.

I am totally pissed. My brother, Dario, is totally pissed. The truth is we're all we've got, and separating us is simply not fair. Dario is younger than me by eighteen months, and I've always felt that I should look after him.

He's sensitive.

I'm not.

He's artistic.

I'm a tomboy.

Dario likes to paint and read.

I like to kick a football and shoot baskets.

Somehow our roles got reversed.

We live in a huge mausoleum—sorry, I mean house—in Bel Air, California. A house filled with maids and housekeepers and tutors and drivers and security guards. Kind of like a fancy prison compound, only our backyard features a man-made lake, a tennis court, and an Olympic-size swimming pool. Yeah, my dad has a ton of money.

Yippee! Luxury. You think?

No way. I'm kind of a loner with very few friends, 'cause my life is not like theirs. My life is controlled by Daddy Dearest. Gino the Ram. Mister "Everything I say is right, and you'd better listen or else."

It sucks. I am a prisoner of money and power. A prisoner of a father who is so paranoid that something bad will happen to me or Dario that he keeps us more or less locked up.

So I guess being sent off to boarding school isn't such a bad thing. Maybe a modicum of freedom is lurking in my future.

However, I will miss Dario so much, and believe me, I know he feels the same way.

We're very different. I resemble Gino with my tangle of jet-black hair, olive skin, and intense dark eyes, whereas Dario inherited my mom's calm blondness.

Yes. I do remember my mom. Beautiful Maria. Sunny and warm and kind. Sweet-smelling with the smile of an angel and the softest skin in the world. She was the love of my father's life, even though he's had legions of girlfriends since her tragic death. I hate him for that, it's so wrong.

I miss my mom so much, I think about her every day. The problem is that my memories are akin to a frightening dark nightmare because I am the one who discovered her naked body floating lifelessly on a striped raft in the family swimming pool—the pool tinged pink with her blood.

I was five years old, and it's an image that never leaves me.

I remember screaming hysterically, and people running outside to see what was going on. Then Nanny Camden picked me up and hustled me inside the house. After that everything is a blur.

I do remember the funeral. Such a somber affair. Everyone crying. Dario clinging to Nanny Camden, while I clutched Gino's hand and put on a brave face.

"Don't ever forget you're a Santangelo," Gino informed me with a steely glare. "Never let 'em see you crumble. Got it?"

Yes, I got it. So I managed to stay stoic and dry-eyed, even though I was only five and quite devastated.

Ah, yes, fond memories of a screwed-up childhood.

Now the limo sits outside the Bel Air house, idling in our fancy driveway, ready to spirit me away to the airport.

Dario has on a sulky face—which does not take away from his hotness. My brother might only be thirteen, but he's almost six feet tall, and once he gets some freedom, girls will be all over him.

It pisses Gino off that Dario doesn't look like him. He always wanted a son—a mirror image of himself—instead he got me.

Ha-ha! I'm the son he never had.

Too bad, Daddy. Make the most of it.

Gino is sending me away to school because he's under the impression I'm a wild one. Just because I occasionally manage to escape from the house and hang out in Westwood—driving one of the house cars without a license—does not label me as wild. It's not as if I do anything crazy, I simply wander around the area checking out what it would be like to be a normal teenager. And yeah, I have to admit that sometimes I do get to talk to a boy or two.

Unfortunately, one memorable night I was pulled over by the cops, and that was a disaster. When Gino found out he went loco. "I'm sendin' you off to a school that'll drill some sense into you," he yelled, having conferred with my Aunt Jen. "What you need is an assful of discipline. I'm not puttin' up with your crappy behavior anymore. You're drivin' me insane."

That's my dad, so unbelievably eloquent.

Marco is standing next to the limo, speaking with the driver. Marco is kind of Gino's shadow and a total babe. He's way over six feet tall, lean and muscular, with thick black curly hair and lips to die for. He's old. Probably late twenties. It doesn't matter because I have a major crush. He's handsomer than any movie star and major cool. Problem is that he talks down to me, treats me as if I'm a little kid, which I suppose in his eyes I am.

I'm on a mission to make him notice me in a different way. I want him to see me as sexy and cool, in fact everything I'm actually not.

Our guardian emerges from the house. Dario and I have christened her Miss Bossy. She's been around for three years, and has given us about as much affection as a plank of wood. She's so annoying that I can't even be bothered to hate her.

"Get in the car, Lucky," Miss Bossy says, fussing with her hair. "Dario," she orders tartly, "say good-bye to your sister, and make it quick."

Miss Bossy has been assigned to accompany me to Europe in spite of my protestations that I am quite capable of making the trip on my own. However, Gino insisted. "You go, she goes," he'd barked at me. "When she delivers you safely to the school, she leaves. That's it, no discussion."

Gino. King of the "no discussion."

Miss Bossy opens the car door and climbs inside.

Dario mouths "Jerko!" behind her back and starts kicking pebbles from the driveway toward the limo. They ping off the front of the car.

"Quit it," Marco says sharply.

Dario continues scowling. Like I said, he's not happy I'm leaving.

I run over, hug my brother, and whisper in his ear, "Stay cool, don't let 'em get you down. I'll be back before you know it."

Dario tries to keep it together, but I can see the frustration and sadness in his blue eyes; he's actually holding back tears. I feel terrible.

"C'mon, Lucky," Marco says, sounding impatient, like he really can't be bothered with this. "You don't wanna miss your plane."

Ah yes, Mister Handsome, that's exactly what I want to do.

I give Dario one final hug and blurt out, "Love ya," which of course embarrasses the crap out of him.

Dario mumbles something back, and suddenly I find myself sitting in the limo and we are off.

Gino is nowhere to be seen. He's away on a business trip.

What else is new?


The plane ride to Europe is endlessly long and boring. Fortunately, to Miss Bossy's annoyance, I am not seated next to her. I am seated beside a voluptuous bimbo in her forties who seems to be freaked out by flying. The woman has overbleached blonde hair and is wearing an astonishing amount of caked-on eye makeup. Her skirt is so short that it barely covers her leopard thong. I get several unwelcome flashes before she downs two Mimosas, covers herself with a blanket, and falls into a drug-induced sleep. Earlier I noted she slurped down a couple of sleeping pills with her booze. Nice. To my delight, I score a window seat, which means I don't have to bother with her. Instead I gaze out the window, thinking about Marco. Even though he escorted me to the airport, does he even realize I exist? He never speaks to me except to bark orders. He barely looks at me. Does he have a girlfriend? What does he do when he's not busy trailing Gino? What exactly is his deal?

Marco's attitude toward me sucks.

I sneak a Cosmopolitan magazine off sleeping bimbo's lap, and read about how to give a man the orgasm of his life.

Hmm ... sex ... not a subject I know a ton about. To my chagrin, I've never even been kissed—and that's because I've never spent time in the company of boys, thanks to Gino and his protective ways. Like I said—since my mom's murder, me and Dario have been kept virtual prisoners.

Oh yes—you can double-bet that I plan on making up for my life of seclusion. Indeed I do. An adventure lies ahead, and I'm totally ready to run with it.

Halfway across the ocean, sleeping bimbo awakes and immediately turns into Chatty Cathy. She starts giving me an extremely tedious rundown of her extremely boring life.

I attempt to appear interested, but it doesn't work and, halfway through her discourse on why all men are dirty dogs, I drift off into a welcome snooze.

She doesn't speak to me again.

* * *

Upon landing, Miss Bossy discovers there is another girl from Los Angeles aboard who is also on her way to L'Evier. She is a tall girl, taller than me, and I'm five-seven. She has long red hair worn in a ponytail, and a pale complexion. I hate her outfit, all neat and buttoned up, while I have on jeans and a Rolling Stones T-shirt—much to Miss Bossy's annoyance. She'd tried to get me to change before we left L.A., but I was having none of it. It wasn't as if she could force me. No way.

The girl and I stare at each other while waiting for our luggage and the arrival of the L'Evier car that's supposed to meet us.

"I'm Lucky," I finally say.

She frowns. "I'm not," she says with a bitter twist. "My parents are forcing me to do this."

"Uh ... I mean my name is Lucky," I explain.

She gives me a disgusted look. "That's your name?" she says, as if she's never heard anything quite so ridiculous.

She should only know who I'm named after—the notorious gangster Lucky Luciano, whom I guess Gino must've hung with way back in his criminal days.

"Yup," I say. "That's my name. What's yours?"

She hesitates for a moment before revealing that her name is Elizabeth Kate Farrell, only most people call her Liz.

Not a bad name, although no way as cool as Lucky.

The truth is that I love my name—it's a one-off, nobody else has it. Besides, if my mom agreed to name me Lucky, then it's all good. It's the "Saint" I'm having a problem with.

"Why are your parents forcing you?" I ask, curious as ever.

"You want the truth or the story I'm supposed to tell?" she says, tugging on her red ponytail.

"Uh, let's go with the truth," I mumble, delighted that someone else might have something to hide.

Liz gives me a long, penetrating look, obviously trying to decide if she can trust me or not.

I stare right back at her, challenging her with my eyes, willing her to go for it.

"Got pregnant. Had an abortion. Now here I am. Banished."

Liz says this all in a very matter-of-fact way. I am totally stunned. Pregnant. An abortion. How old is she anyway?

"Wow," I manage. "That's heavy."

"You think?" she says with a sarcastic grimace.

And then Miss Bossy brings over an elderly emaciated man with pointed features, watery eyes, and a thin mustache. Apparently he is a teacher from L'Evier sent to drive us to the school, located a good hour and a half away from the airport.

The man speaks English with a thick foreign accent. "Come you with me, young ladies," he says, mouth twitching, which causes his whiskery mustache to do a funny little dance. "I am Mr. Lindstrom."

We follow him, trailed by a fat porter who wheels our luggage while breathing heavily, as if near to a major collapse.

By this time I am tired, confused, and filled with questions I wish to ask Liz. If she was pregnant that meant she'd had sex. And if she'd had sex that meant she knew all about it.

As a virgin with absolutely no experience I need to know everything.

It's essential.

Details, please.



L'Evier is situated in the middle of nowhere. I am totally shocked. It seems so remote. I can't help getting the feeling that I'm swapping one prison for another. After an endless drive with Mr. Lindstrom at the wheel and Miss Bossy sitting beside him, Liz and I get out of the school car. We glance around the tree-filled courtyard that leads to a tall building covered in ivy. The building looms several stories high, and is not a welcoming sight. Nor is the school principal, who emerges to greet us—well, that's if you can call it a greeting. She is older than the ancient Mr. Lindstrom. She has gray hair worn in a tight bun, exceptionally thin lips, a long nose, and hardly any chin. She wears pebblelike spectacles, a drab brown dress that looks vaguely Amish, and a disapproving expression.

Nice, considering she doesn't even know us yet.

Why do I feel that I'm in the middle of a Charles Dickens novel, transported back in time? Oh sure, I'm an avid reader—that's what you do when you're not allowed out of the house.

Thanks, Daddy Gino.

Did I mention that Gino hates being called "Daddy"? It's Gino all the way, while he calls me "kiddo."

I guess that, on reflection, I have a love-hate relationship with my father. I want to love him, but the problem is I always end up hating him for the things he does. Such as the endless women he obviously sleeps with. Eewh! Disgusting!

Not that he brings any of them home, but with a house full of staff we always manage to hear about them one way or the other.

As far as I'm concerned, he should've given up women the day my mother was murdered. After all, her murder was his fault—it had to be one of his enemies out to get revenge.

Gino does have enemies; Uncle Costa told me that when I'd hotly complained about being confined to what seemed like house arrest. Uncle Costa is not really my uncle. He is Gino's lifelong lawyer and best friend, and Dario and I regard him and his wife, Aunt Jen, as family.

"Your father's a businessman," Costa had informed me. "All businessmen have enemies."

Businessman, huh? I'd researched my father's activities and they encompassed all kinds of business, including—way back—loansharking, running numbers, owning a speakeasy, and, finally, building hotels and casinos in Las Vegas right at the start of the Vegas boom, turning a patch of barren desert into the shimmering capital of the gambling world.

Yeah. Daddy Dearest has done it all. He's been around and then some.

* * *

A taxi is outside, ready to take Miss Bossy back to the airport. She can barely throw her uptight ass into it quick enough. "Good-bye, dear," she says, patronizing as ever. "See that you behave yourself."

Then she's gone.

Do I care?

No freaking way!

"Welcome to L'Evier," the woman in the long brown dress says in a most unwelcoming tone. "I am your headmistress. You may refer to me as Miss Miriam." She pauses while her beady eyes behind her pebble spectacles look us over. Her gaze lingers on my T-shirt and her lip curls. Clearly she's not a Rolling Stones fan.

"At L'Evier we keep an extremely strict policy of hard work and complete obedience. You girls are here to learn to become pillars of society, gracious and respectful. A list of rules will be posted in your room, along with your daily uniform. Weekends you may wear your own clothes, however"—another steely look at my T-shirt—"I do expect a certain amount of decorum. No short shorts, torn jeans, or tops worn with no brassiere. L'Evier girls have an image to maintain, so kindly always be sure to uphold our rules or you'll risk immediate expulsion. Remember our motto: 'Girls of Quality—Women of Status.'" A long pause to allow us to absorb her words ... then, "That will be all for now. Mr. Lindstrom will show you to your quarters."


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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2014

    This was a boring read and not up to the usual Jackie Collins st

    This was a boring read and not up to the usual Jackie Collins story. Kept waiting for more that never came.

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 6, 2014

    The teenage years of Lucky Santangelo are the years that formed

    The teenage years of Lucky Santangelo are the years that formed her into the powerful woman she has become.   This is the story of those years.   The tales of a fifteen year old who is trying to find her own way and get out from under her father, Gino, control.  It is the story of a determined girls journeys through private elite schools, a villa in South France, and her dreams of being in Las Vegas. 

    My Review:

    Lucky Santangelo is one of my all time favorite characters in any book, especially in Jackie Collin books.   I enjoyed learning of her past.   Many of the stories were repeated from other Lucky books but in this book it went into more detail.   Since this was the story of a fifteen year old, I expected a lot of drama.  I was not disappointed.   Lucky’s life is full of drama, although not all of it was brought on by her.   I believe that anywhere and anyone Lucky and Gino go or come in contact would contain drama. 

    This was not my favorite Jackie Collins book, but it was a good read.  I always like to know the history of a character, which is all this book was…history.  It also offered much insight into why Lucky is who is she and how she got there.   I believe now that I have read this one I am going to go back and read the past books, in order, and enjoy Lucky’s whole life. 

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 28, 2014

    Too little shared

    Is there a sequel? So much was untold. This book left me unsatisfied. :-(

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 28, 2014

    A definite read.....for Lucky's beginnings

    This is a very short book from Jackie Collins. Read it in one day. Not her best in my opinion, but still good. It was interesting to see how Lucky started out and all the trials and tribulations that she endured. It even brought Olympia into the picture and of course Gino the Ram. Just wished it was longer and maybe got into the future of Lucky as she grows and matures into the woman that she has become in the later books. But, all in all, the book is a good read.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 13, 2015

    love it!!!

    Have been following Lucky's adventures for many years....Always love books about her....

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 19, 2014

    Too short and no new info

    I am really disappointed in this book. I read it in 2 hours and paid $12.99 for it. No up to Jackie's usual standards and provided no new stories about Lucky. All of this was covered in Chances. Total disappointment.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 26, 2014

    Confessions of a Wild Child

    Easy read, like all of Jackie Collins' Santangelo series. Takes readers back to the original, "Chances"...

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  • Posted July 25, 2014

    Excellent read Jackie never disappoints!

    Beautifully written story about my favorite character Lucky Santangelo and her adventures as a teenager. I couldn't stop reading it as with all the other Jackie Collins books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 10, 2014

    This is smart-mouthed Lucky Santangelo's beginning. And, it's WI

    This is smart-mouthed Lucky Santangelo's beginning. And, it's WILD! I LOVED this book. Lucky had to overcome a hard childhood to become the wise-cracking woman she grew up to be. And it wasn't easy for Jackie Collins to write what her favorite character had gone through while Lucky was growing up.

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  • Posted May 1, 2014

    Way too short, leaves you hanging. I expected way more reading.

    Way too short, leaves you hanging. I expected way more reading. Only got up to lucky at age 16. I know there's much more to read

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 21, 2014


    "Bhm" result one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 28, 2014

    Highly Recommended

    I haven't read it yet but Jackie Collins is my favorite author always enjoy reading her books.

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  • Posted February 28, 2014

    A must read

    Jackie Collins never disappoints. I have read all of her books and she just keeps getting better and better. I always look forward to a new book.

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