Jodie Foster, by Philippa Kennedy (Pan, £5.99)

Hollywood, it is said, can't figure Jodie Foster out - not because she dabbles in the occult or talks to trees because she's …

Hollywood, it is said, can't figure Jodie Foster out - not because she dabbles in the occult or talks to trees because she's one of the stars in the firmament yet she seems, to all intents and purposes, to be a sane, humorous, competent and well-balanced person. Philippa Kennedy doesn't really figure her out either in this somewhat superficial biography, but there are occasional moments of truth, like the time the three-year-old Jodie accompanied her mother and eight-year-old brother Buddy, then the family breadwinner, to an audition for a sun-tan lotion advertisement. The toddler couldn't be left in the car alone, so into the audition she went - and as her.

hapless brother was stripping off his shirt, he realised the assembled sun-tan executives were chortling at something behind him. It was little Jodie, flexing - I kid you not - her muscles. They asked her who she was and she said, "I'm Alexander the Great." Guess who got the job? Make that sane, humorous, competent, well-balanced and absolutely ruthless.

Arminta Wallace

Arminta Wallace

Arminta Wallace is a former Irish Times journalist