Down the Rabbit Hole: Curious Adventures and Cautionary Tales of a Former Playboy Bunny
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Lost in Wonderland . . .
A fairy-tale dream that became a nightmare, and a woman whose strength helped her find a way out to the other side
At 21, small-town Oregon girl Holly Cullen became Holly Madison, Hugh Hefner’s number one girlfriend. But like Alice’s journey into Wonderland, Holly’s plunge down the rabbit hole took her to a world where all was not as it seemed. The fairy-tale life inside the Playboy Mansion—which included A-list celebrity parties and starring in a number one television show—quickly devolved into an oppressive routine of strict rules, manipulation, and battles with ambitious, backstabbing Bunnies that nearly drove Holly to take her own life.
Down the Rabbit Hole is her introspective account of her time inside the Mansion: the drugs, abuse, infamous parties, and Holly’s real behind-the-scenes life with Bridget, Kendra, and Mr. Playboy himself. It is also her chronicle of healing and hope. By telling her story, both a cautionary tale and a celebration of personal empowerment, Holly reminds us of the importance of fighting for our dreams—and of finding the life we deserve.
not five minutes after we sat down at Il Pastaio. “Yeah, come back,” Karissa whined, their words almost overlapping. These two literally finished each other’s sentences. “I can’t come back; I’ve already made a decision to move on,” I said sympathetically, picking up a piece of bread out of the basket. “Why, what’s wrong?” I knew something must be askew for the twins to be asking my help. The girls went on to say that they thought Crystal was mean, scowls appearing on their faces. Apparently,
the amazing Leslie Bruce, who taught me so much and helped me put some painful memories on paper in the most fun way possible. To Matthew Elblonk, who made this book happen in the right way, making a big dream of mine come true! To everyone at HarperCollins, thank you for this amazing opportunity. To Denise Oswald, for being the perfect editor, asking all the right questions and leaving no stone unturned. To Trish Daly, Susan Amster, Joseph Papa, Kendra Newton, and Michael Barrs for all your
Hef’s view, making “friends” and exchanging numbers with men . . . like normal 20-something girls should be doing. I stayed close to Vicky most of that night and followed her lead: dancing, drinking, and making sure to pay lots of attention to Hef. At one point when he stood up to dance with us, his rhythm was so off that I was certain he was joking and let out a big laugh. Vicky shot me a look that made it very clear: he was not joking. Luckily, he didn’t register my laugh as mocking and
girlfriend. After Tina’s centerfold was published and she announced her departure, Hef simply asked me if I wanted to move into his room. That was sort of it. No promises were made; no piece of token jewelry was given. I simply prepared to pack up my things and move them down the hall . . . but not before Tina took the opportunity to remind me who was boss. Just as I was beginning to move to Hef’s room, Tina dropped another bomb. She announced that she had decided not to move out after all. The
the photo editor, Marilyn, was singling her out and nitpicking every detail. If there was a hair out of place, it was Bridget’s. If someone needed to move, it was Bridget. It kept up like this for most of the shoot. Eventually Bridget reached a breaking point and needed to take a moment in the makeup room. Surprisingly, Kendra went in to comfort her and put her in a better mood. I couldn’t have imagined that happening a year earlier, when things had been more strained between the three of us. We