Kate Moss: Addicted to Love

An ok read but nothing you won't have read in the papers and doesn't half go off topic for approximately half the book which, I suppose pads it out

Hilariously entertaining read about a dull-no-looks-no-brain person from suburban London who's got very lucky in life...Moss was spotted as potential new/street look model in an airport, it was a pure luck. And later on she admitted: "I would never have gone to a modelling agency and said "I want to model. Never."My compliments to the author Fred Vermorel, I loved his wit and wit of others (quoted in the book) like ex Daily Mirror editor P. Morgan who wrote seeing Moss and Doherty at a masked ball in Strawberry Hill House in Twickeham: "Well, just I thought, she's drunken, foulmouthed, ill-mannered, paranoid Croydon girl with a cocaine-desecrated hooter and spots. And Pete's a filthy talentless junkie who can't sing." Spot on.And I loved the story about her 30th birthday party...Must read book.

I hope the rest of this book is more accurate than what we read on p140 about 'James Lopworth' - in fact James Lapworth. Not only was he NOT hanged for the murder of Beatrice Alice James & Emily Ethel Judd, but the jury found him not guilty in THREE MINUTES - to the approbation of all. For a full report on the trial of this absolutely innocent man see Jackson's Oxford Journal Saturday, 25 November, 1893.

Fabulously readable, very droll too in parts, serves the supermodel well who thought she would get something written this classy? I felt got to know her from the inside through this, so much better than all that tabloid rubbish that seems just made up. Only I wish there was more about Pete Doherty he is somwat more, ahem ,deep than she is. Still the book got the real story before anyone else, they are STILL an item despite all the press bollocks, addicted to love says it all!

This book was so full of editorial and spelling errors I felt really ripped off. As another reviewer wrote, it reads like a trashy magazine article. Your money's much better spent on the Angela Buttolph book.

A rarity among books of this kind on two counts. Firstly, it doesn'tmince words or fudge the sometimes truly scandalous scenes, secondly,it ranges further than an account of a supermodel with all kinds ofcontroversial and intriguing suggestions about the modelling world andthe power and place of fashion. I like best of all that it has a mockinglysalacious tone and runaway pace, like Jean Baudrillard on acid meetsan oversexed Hello! magazine reporter in a sauna. Would all fashion biographies were like this.

This sure blows the probverbial lid of the mysteries of Moss. It was a puzzle as to where she really came from what she is about and how she got to be so everywhere. but this book unpicks the Moss machine because that it what it is and shows who is hiding behind the scenes and why. I was also amazed at how candid it is blowing the gaff on all that sex n drugs n frocks n roll, from charlie to ketamine to sex orgies in her weird chapel like barn. The story powers on like a novel through Kates highs and lows, I really felt for Kate when Johnny Depp decides that she is not the sharpest needle in the pack and turns to Vanessa Paradis. A biography that is also a pleasure to read as being sometimes hilarious plus Vermorel is not scared to poke fun at himself as well, or that is how I read the notorious episode when he gets dna samples out of her "Glastonbury pants" because surely there must be a law against that! Read this and the rag trade will never look the same and nor will the beautiful Kate Moss.

Quite amazing. Witty and acerbic. Fascinatingly voyeuristic. I particularly loved the reference to the author having extracted ancestral DNA information from the skidmarks on the supermodel's panties. Whatever next?