We gave it a C
If you missed a little phenom called The Osbournes, the memoir of the most f—ing overexposed family’s matriarch might be quite interesting. Sadly, those savvy in Osbourne family lore will recall many of these stories, like the time a drug-addled Ozzy attempted to strangle Sharon. Ah, romance! The dark humor and endearing pizzazz Sharon Osbourne exhibited on MTV is utterly missing in print, replaced with inane revelations (”Love, love, love my bed”) or unnecessary excursions (see Sharon go to a dermatologist; see Sharon have lunch at the Ivy). And for a book called Extreme, the prose shouldn’t be so middling.