![]() "I've never thought of myself as a great singer," she writes. ![]() She certainly thinks she's a big star, an "icon" as she counts herself, yet she humble brags through everything, trying to convince us she's just "one of the boys" and that her cast members adore her by gathering around her dressing room door before each performance. Rivera's main problem is that she is a true diva who holds grudges forever and rehashes so many aspects of her life that you have to roll your eyes when she mentions the same incident or phrase the fifth or sixth time. But by the end of the book you don't want to cross "Delores," her catting demeaning alter-ego (and her real first name) that often wants to "slap people." ![]() Mixed notices for this very theater-heavy memoir that scrimps on much of her private life and tries to convince us that she's really not the mean, horrible diva that he has the reputation for. ![]()
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