April 15, 1985 12:00 PM

by Jaclyn Smith

Ever wonder, fellas, why the woman in your life might seem insecure about her appearance and seem to need a lot of compliments? Books like this might be one answer. The photographs of its author, the ex-Charlie’s Angel, make her seem so relentlessly ravishing that any normal woman can only feel hopelessly inadequate. Jackie obviously is willing to settle for being merely ravishing only when she’s pressed for gussying-up time—less than 19 hours, say—and can’t call in her clothes designer, hairdresser and makeup man. Not that she’s unrealistic. She notes, “Most women, of course, can’t summon dress designers and hairstylists for the very special occasions in their lives. But that’s not the point. We should all do our very best, and then forget about it.” She also offers advice on hand care: “After all, what could better inspire a man to slip a little diamond bauble on your finger?” She advises against smoking, because she once smoked a cigarette and “that one cigarette made me realize how smoking cuts down on one’s wind, one’s lung power, and that was enough for me.” She urges readers to pay attention to the all-important foot: “Every time I slip my feet into a revealing pair of high-heeled sandals on a fashion photography shoot or simply take off my espadrilles at the pool, I realize how important attractive feet can be.” We can only hope, gentlemen, that any real, non-Hollywood women who read this book will realize two things: (1) they don’t have nearly the time nor money Smith suggests they devote to their appearance, and (2) they should not trivialize themselves by worrying about it. (Simon and Schuster, $17.95)

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