When it comes to her marriages, Boyd appears to be nothing more than a stunningly beautiful doormat. Harrison would openly flaunt other girlfriends that the helpless Boyd wept over, quietly accepted and forgave. Her accounts of life with Harrison are written with disarming honesty but her complete passiveness can make the reader impatient.

One can’t help but wonder at her candour or maybe consider the fact that, possibly, the surreal existence of being a Beatle wife made it all worth it. In the meantime, Boyd indulged in a mild flirtation with Clapton who was besotted with her and threatened to turn to heroin if she spurned him. Three years later, when she had run out of all options with Harrison, Boyd reluctantly moved in with Clapton, who, true to his word, was now addicted to heroin and alcohol. It seems almost incredible that this very beautiful but very ordinary girl could’ve inspired such fervour and passion in Clapton and led him to create his best works, Layla and Wonderful tonight. This relationship was much more complex and Boyd’s pattern of choosing abusive husbands continued.

Her accounts of being on tour with Clapton at the peak of his addiction are heartfelt and dramatic. Sometimes he’d be so stoned that he would lie on stage and play the chords. Boyd talks about her own rapid descent into drunkenness candidly, and her futile existence with Clapton that eventually finished the marriage. She relates stories of his erratic behavior clearly, but it seems she has no real understanding of how they drifted apart. Yet, Wonderful Today deserves to be read in the context of the ’60s, also because the writer was in the midst of people who created the hippie generation..