Book : There Was A Little Girl The Real Story Of My Mother..

-Titulo Original : There Was A Little Girl The Real Story Of My Mother And Me

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The perfect gift for Brooke Shields fans, There Was a Little Girl explores Brookes relationship with her unforgettable mother, Teri, in this extraordinary, heartfelt memoir that became a New York Times bestseller. Brooke Shields never had what anyone would consider an ordinary life. She was raised by her Newark-tough single mom, Teri, a woman who loved the world of show business and was often a media sensation all by herself. Brookes iconic modeling career began by chance when she was only eleven months old, and Teris skills as both Brookes mother and her manager were formidable. But in private she was troubled and drank heavily. As Brooke became an adult the pair made choices and sacrifices that would affect their relationship forever. And when Brooke’s own daughters were born she found that her experience as a mother was shaped in every way by the woman who raised her. But despite the many ups and downs, Brooke was by Teri’s side when she died in 2012, a loving daughter until the end. Only Brooke knows the truth of the remarkable, difficult, complicated woman who was her mother. And now, in an honest, open memoir about her life growing up, Brooke will reveal stories and feelings that are relatable to anyone who has been a mother or daughter. Review “Shields writes with considerable reflection; shes done the hard work of making sense of the contradictions in her mother, and now we get the benefit of her sharing what shes learned.”-Kirkus Reviews“Shields writes vividly and humorously about her mothers life growing up in Depression-era Newark; her days as a flirtatious coat-check girl and her short-lived marriage to Brookes father, Frank Shields, who came from aristocratic stock…. The book reads like a parents heartfelt and exasperated lament-but the irony here is that her mother is the one behaving like the problem child.”-The Independent (London) “A brutally frank recollection of Shields career path, romances, marriages and entry into motherhood, but the basic thesis of the book is a deep examination of her intense relationship with her own mother, Teri Schmon Shields-a woman who molded Brookes life, both personal and professional, for decades.”-Chicago Sun-Times “An emotionally raw memoir.”-USA Today About the Author BROOKE SHIELDS is an award-winning actress and a Princeton gratuate with honors in French Literature. She starred in iconic films such as Pretty Baby, The Blue Lagoon, and Endless Love. She is a renowned model and starred in the long-running TV show Suddenly Susan and the critically acclaimed Lipstick Jungle. She wrote the New York Times bestseller Down Came the Rain and also penned two childrens books. She lives in New York City with her husband, writer and producer Chris Henchy, and their two daughters. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. IntroductionI’m told that even decorated soldiers’ last words are often calling for “Mommy.”That is the first feeling that washed over me.And on November 5, 2012, six days after I watched my mother die right in front of me, I opened up the New York Times obituaries and the feeling hit again . . . but it came with a wave of anger. I was so hurt my vision blurred. I couldn’t believe what I’d just read, and I asked myself: How could I have been so stupid and so naive? How could I have let my guard down? How could they have done this to my mommy?* * *Days earlier, I’d written my own simple and rather short obituary about my mom and had sent in the required $1,500. The following afternoon I got a call from the Times saying they wanted to print it on the front page of the obituary section. I said they could position it wherever they wanted.They explained that they thought Mom deserved to have a more prominent placement. This made me feel like maybe after all these years, Mom would finally get some modicum of respect. And deep down we all want to know our moms deserve respect, don’t we? TheTi