Mary Jane Moran's a whiz of an actress, but--34, plain, and tubby--she's been out of work even though her last role was in a hit; what is she to do? Sharleen Smith is poor and ignorant, snuggling too closely with her brother, abused by her drunken father; how can she get out of Lamson, Texas? Lila Kyle's mean old mother, has-been star Theresa O'Donnell, has planned Lila's life for her, and it doesn't include Lila being a star herself; what's the would-be starlet to do? In Goldsmith's coincidence-and-sensation-laden chronicle, supposedly related by Hollywood biographer Laura Ritchie ("the Bitchy"), who pops in a personal note every so often, it's all very . . . not simple, but convenient, anyway. Mary Jane gets made over by a reconstructive surgeon, so she looks a stunning 24. Sharleen's brother brains Dad with a baseball bat after Daddy kills her boyfriend, and the two run away to California. Lila just leaves home and starts scheming like Mommy. All three wind up in the hottest new TV show of the season. And then the truth about their pasts starts coming out. Goldsmith's lurid, cliche-ridden, real-stars'-name-dropping tale would be more enjoyable if it seemed to be a parody. But it doesn't. Think of it as second-rate Harold Robbins.