Some authors should never read their own books. This is one of them.
I listened to the audio version of The Biggest Bluff (read by the author herself), and gawd, it’s awful. The narration is oozing with idolatry, like a wide-eyed schoolgirl seeing a unicorn for the first time.
In the end, this book sounds like a badly written memoir, with the author often going off on a tangent with personal banter and name-dropping, which makes the title of the book remarkably appropriate.
