Everyone knows that the enemies-to-lovers girls just want to be loved even after someone has seen them at their very worst, and I think that's the fascination with Edie as well. She didn't actually do anything; she doesn't seem to be particularly smart or creative or kind or even vaguely functional. But she's still somehow fascinating, all these years later, despite or because of her messiness. 

Unfortunately, this book is not fascinating in the slightest. It's just a sad attempt by her sister (whom she doesn't appear to have ever been close with) to capitalize on her name and tell her own autobiography. There's nothing new here that isn't in every other biography.