This is just bad. It's listed as non-fiction despite the fact that the author seems to recall in great detail every emotion, thought, tear, AND article of clothing worn during the courtship with her husband. Poor little rich girl meets cowboy worth millions and proceeds to have a fantasy fairytale romance. One wonders if the bulge in his jeans that attracted her the most was his wallet. But then again she, admittedly, could afford to buy $495 coats when she was an unemployed college graduate living with her parents, so perhaps it was a mutual financial romance. So to everyone who insists she is "keeping it real", when is the last time you knew a "real" person who could afford top end china, couture clothing, and had a TV Studio/professional kitchen/bed & breakfast on their vast cattle empire?