There are some autobiographies that make the reader think, "I can see why it would have been therapeutic to write this, but why did the author seek to have it published?" Beautiful Stranger, by Hope Donahue, is such a book. Donahue portrays her search for perfection through plastic surgery. She takes us through her journey of transformation, during which she gets bigger breasts, bigger lips, a smaller nose, cheek implants, and a brow lift. She is literally and figuratively putty in plastic surgeons' hands—plastic surgeons who are often narcissistic, caustic, and sadistic and who browbeat their patients into having cosmetic surgery. Ironically, it was Donahue's quest to achieve the pinnacle of broadcasting—or, as her mother told her, to become the next Jane Pauley—that pushed her toward each step of remodeling of her physiognomy. It took Donahue three decades to realize that her self and her appearance "were two separate things, that I could not fix the former by tweaking the latter." Unfortunately for Donahue, most people who might consider reading Beautiful Stranger already have that knowledge.