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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... Of course they couldn't be his , I thought . He wouldn't have volun- teered to dress up for the cover just to save the modeling fee , would he ? Donning religious garb had been something of an obsession with. PART MAY 2004.
... What does that mean ? For a moment , I thought : He's finally come out with it . But I saw from the rest of the review that , of course , he had not . All I wanted to do was to call this reviewer and shout 4 JESSICA HENDRA.
... thought I could see his blood pumping through them . I would take his hand and run my little fingers over the back of it , exploring the bumpy map . Then we would go down the office stairs together and out into the night . The two of us ...
... thought that was it , that the man was going to shoot him right then and there in the face . But then the man heard a police siren coming toward them , and , instead of firing , he hit my dad over the head with the pistol and sped off ...
... thought Barbies were cute . I could play for hours up at their house , reveling in Wonder Bread , Fresca , Barbies , and maybe even an episode of Mighty Mouse . The Bradford house was my portal to sub- urban America . I felt slightly ...