"Sliding into Home" Review of Book by Kendra Wilkinson-Baskett

Last night, in the wee hours, I finished reading the book “Sliding into Home” by Kendra Wilkinson-Baskett. There were a few spelling errors, which I will share first:

Page 40, Paragraph 3
“My mom didn’t really think I would get into drugs because I was so into sports, so she pretty much stayed away from the topic, but even with the little information I had at that age I knew in the back of my mind that it was wrong and dangerous. Somehow, though, it still sounded more fun that bad.”

Shouldn’t the last sentence read, “Somehow, though, it still sounded more fun than bad.”?

Page 156, Paragraph 1
“The thing is basically a mansion with wings, Bridget and I each had our own couches, and Holly and Hef always shared a bed. It was the prefect setup.”

Shouldn’t this read, “It was the perfect setup.”?

The definition of “prefect” according to dictionary.com is:
“a person appointed to any of various positions of command, authority, or superintendence, as a chief magistrate in ancient Rome or the chief administrative official of a department of France or Italy.”

Obviously, a lot of us are familiar with the term prefect from the Harry Potter novels, which refer to the prefects on a regular basis, since they were in charge of looking after the other Hogwarts students.

Anyhow, aside from the spelling errors, I took offense to her casual references to ending her drug abuse. It is difficult for me to believe, especially after growing up in an alcoholic home. Kendra makes light of her drug abuse on a regular basis throughout the first parts of the book and then proudly exclaims she quit on her own without any assistance. This could have or should have been handled a bit better or with a delicate touch. She abused both crystal meth and cocaine on a daily basis for more than a year and says she wasn’t addicted and quit cold turkey? The suggestion that anyone can quit such harsh drugs cold turkey is an insult to anyone who has ever dealt with addiction, personally or through other family members.

As I got further into the book, she starts to describe her sexual encounters with Hugh Hefner on a regular basis. She specifically describes their weekly sex, normally on Saturdays after their “club night” celebration. Each of the “girlfriends” was “required” to have sex with him for approximately a minute before moving on to other activities.

This was a little bit shocking to me. I always imagined Hugh Hefner as some sort of super-lover, a Don Juan, so to speak. As it turns out, he is simply a normal man capable and willing of objectifying women. Those women sold out to the “man” for some money or a nice car. I think that is pretty lame! I guess I had this fantasy built-up about Playboy and how Hugh Hefner would be this master lover capable of bringing any and all women to a fabulous climax. Instead, as it turns out, the only action (according to Kendra) is satisfying him. Who cared if the women received any pleasure as long as everyone acquiesced to his request?

It is gross!

Anyhow, I had an opinion on this and I am happy to share. I am thankful I got this book from the local library and did not need to spend a penny to purchase it. How can anyone think they have a story worth telling by age 25? Well, I was duped into reading it, but not duped into spending any money on it. I do not recommend this to anyone. There were no life lessons or advice; there weren’t even any good suggestions at all.

What was I expecting from someone like her? Something that would change the world? No, certainly not, but I thought there would be some good life lessons that she could share with the rest of us.