This follow-up to Anjelica Huston's poignant first memoir moves us past her Irish childhood and the loss of her mother to her early Hollywood years. Expect an honest take on her love affair with Jack Nicholson and the tender story of her father's death (the famed director John Huston). The appeal of the book, however, is the intelligent, wryly humorous voice of the author, who shows us all how to keep life in perspective—even when it comes to skin cancer and the scars she had to hide on her nose in order to be able to work as an actress. "I don't know why," she writes, refusing self-pity, "but my nose always takes the hit first. Maybe it's from having a boxer for a father."
— Leigh Newman
