How to Cook Your Daughter: A MemoirHarper Collins, 6. okt 2009 - 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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A Memoir Jessica Hendra. HOW TO COOK YOUR DAUGHTER PART I MAY 2004 I PULLED THE BOOK FROM THE.
A Memoir Jessica Hendra. PART I MAY 2004 I PULLED THE BOOK FROM THE SHELF AT BORDERS and read the names first . The title : Father Joe : The Man Who Saved My Soul . Then the author : Tony Hendra , my father . That's when I noticed the ...
... pulled myself together enough to go outside . I had been a professional actress for about twenty years , and though never as accomplished as my husband , I'd met with some success when I first came to Hollywood . But after I had Julia ...
... pulled my life to- gether . And now , like a complicated cancer , those feelings were back . For that , for how I felt at that moment at Borders and in the weeks that followed , my father would call me a victim , a member of what he ...
... pulled us over for speeding . The cop shone a flashlight in the back seat of the car and told my father to take the " little girls home . " When the officer walked away , my father turned to us : " They always take the children to jail ...