How to Cook Your Daughter: A MemoirHarper Collins, 2009 M10 6 - 288 pages From the daughter of the bestselling author of Father Joe: the poignant and ultimately hopeful memoir of a young girl’s struggle to live a normal childhood in the chaotic seventies, and to overcome sexual abuse by her famous father After more than thirty years of silence, Hendra has decided to reveal the truth. In this poignant memoir, she reveals the full story behind the New York Times article that rocked the world and detailed her father’s crimes. But Jessica’s story is no footnote to her father’s story. No One Was Listening is also the inspiring story of her own journey, and how she was finally able to find healing within, after years of struggling with anorexia, bulimia, and low self-esteem. Set against the backdrop of the chaotic seventies, Hendra’s memoir follows Jessica and her sister Kathy as they strove to make a normal life for themselves amidst the madness, sex, and drug abuse that her parents and their friends—many of the household names in the world of show business—participated in. No One Was Listening reveals the hope and heartache of a young girl who was faced with a loss of innocence at an early age, who faced a slow and painful recovery, and who finally found contentment and peace within. |
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... knew that I never bought a hair dryer because , for some reason , I could never quite figure out how to use it effectively . He accepted that , at thirty - nine , I still struggled knowing my right hand from my left , and that my ...
... knew more than he wanted to share . It was no secret to him that my dad and I had a diffi- cult relationship . I wasn't sure exactly what my husband had told him , but he had told him something , if not the whole story . Rudy had been ...
... knew him to be as my father - and the review - described him : an in- credibly special man . What I didn't recognize were the descriptions of my father , of his life , or of the sins that he had confessed . The reviewer wrote of my ...
... knew the details , no one would have published this ' biography of sorts ! ' " I paced in circles holding the review in my hand , ignoring the cries of " Mommy , we're hungry " coming from outside the door . I had locked it so I could ...
... knew that not all of the praise was deserved ? Or had he justified what he had done , had he buried it so deep that he was sleeping soundly , basking in the glory of the writer's dream , a rave in the New York Times ? First thing the ...