Meanwhile, two more books:
"I'm No Saint: A Nasty Little Memoir of Love and Leaving" by Elizabeth Hayt. Yeah, it was pretty nasty. Like me, she's a doctor's daughter from Great Neck who went to Barnard, but there the resemblance ceases. She got involved in sex and drugs early, while going to Great Neck North Junior High. I was wearing puffy-sleeved dresses, white anklets and pink spangled glasses while attending the same school 10 years earlier. Her subsequent life was, well, nasty. I couldn't relate to most of it, but it was interesting enough. I didn't know I was at all sympathetic until I found myself wanting her to get back with her husband (or maybe I was just exhausted from all the running around).
"An Affair to Remember: The Remarkable Love Story of Katharine Hepburn and Spencer Tracy" by Christopher Andersen. Tracy and Hepburn weren't saints, either. Tracy was a binge drinker who disappeared for days at a time, and Hepburn did not have a spotless past before settling down with the married Tracy. Both were quite something.