Rosalind Russell wrote an autobiography called, “Life is a Banquet”. It used to sit on my grandmother’s bookshelf and I remember picking it up when I was around twelve and sitting down one afternoon and becoming completely engrossed. The book, like the author; is candid, genteel, and witty. Buy it, or find it at your library, it’s out of print — but search it out. Oh, and if you can’t read the print on the pages included just click on them, I scanned them big.