Truly, a memoir of a friendship. I read most of this in alternating chapters with Lucy Grealy's book. It was a lovely way to see these two friends, and when Autobiography of a Face came to an end chapters before Truth and Beauty I was forced to finish this journey as Ann was, without Lucy and feeling her loss. This becomes very difficult to read as Grealy's life unravels. Her brilliant talent, loving friends, and wild accolades could not help her.