Bad Childhood---Good Life: How to Blossom and Thrive in Spite of an Unhappy Childhood 
Forget about simply accepting or forgiving your parents for their errorsDr. Laura extols the virtues of conquering. Through excerpts from her radio show and letters from her listeners, she illustrates her points about guilt, anger and fear in personalized accounts from individuals. Short lists and question/answer sections make for an easy read that allows you to smoothly fast forward and backtrack to the topics you find most relevant at the momentand numerous references to other chapters and her website provide all the additional information you could want. Faith is a subtle but definite component; some readers will find it the most helpful part of the book while it decidedly won't appeal to others.
Not everyone will agree withor appreciate--her succinct manner that drives right to the root of issues. Like her show, the book presents absolutes rather than possible alternatives. For readers looking for a definitive method for moving past childhood issues, Dr. Laura might offer the solution. Jill Lightner
Reviews
Reviewer: Betty Burks (Knoxville, TN) - See all my reviews
It was a wonderful time to grow up in my hometown. Things were easy for the
poor and rich, as we were equal in the talent contests and given a chance with
or without a mother there pushing for her kid. Dean Martin was one of the best
singers, but Eddie Fisher was my singer and I was president of "The Fisher
Notes." I wrote a review of his latest memoir which is not NTA, meaning no one
can read or vote one way or the other. I put a lot of effort in my reviews, so
here it is:
Janet Dailey now lives in Branson, Missouri, the place Deana Martin also
calls her new hometown.
A Dutiful Daughter's Memories, August 12, 2006
I got too close to the truth for comfort!
Dean Martin was successful in the Fifties.
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A Devoted Daughter?, August 25, 2006
Never Say Never Is A Good Motto., August 25, 2006
Reviewer: Betty Burks (Knoxville, TN) - See all my reviews
Writing is magical. The empty page is where you start to put together the
disparate parts of your life. Once you put it down on paper, you can figure out
how all your plans can start to come together. This is a fairytale of a little
girl who never growed up. She lived with her mother in a big house in a fancy
neighborhood in Pasadena. Her father had a fanciful career in movies and on
television; his downfall was not drinking, as we were led to believe, but Lainze
Kazan on one of his musical review shows. She was a regular and he certainly
perked up and his eyes would light up when he talked about how beautfiul she
was. He was part of a duo which dissolved, and he was much better on screen
without his partner. Part of the Rat Pack, a broup of irrational performers in
Las Vegas, he lost himself and became a bum. If you believe that this book was
written out of love or devotion, you are absolutely wrong. She used it merely
to get on a radio network who panders to half-way talent and has-beens to make
a career on the back of her famous father.
His son wrote 'That's Amore" another of his songs. His didn't sell well, as
this one did not. It was given away on that same network where they have
appointed a "host" which just shows how far it has fallen. She would not be deemed a
singer with another name. He died in dire circumstances with no family
support, and it is a shame this writer has to stoop to obtaining a career on the
demise of a famous singer. Maybe he would sit up and appauld, but I think he
would turn in his grave at the injustice of this travesty. Since my first review
was lost, this is just a resume. Too bad you couldn't read what I said.
She has made a career off of her dad's fame and has just about taken over
MYL. She is a fraud with very little talent, certainly is not a star like her dad
she abandoned and never will be. If she were so great, why on earth is she
stuck in Branson, Missouri, answer me that! She is making tons of money off her
dead dad and he is not here to defend himself. It's a dirty shame.
The Fifties were good to Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, Eddie Fisher and other
male singers; females didn't do so well. But it was a grand time to grown up
and go off to college. Life was worthwhile then, not as the poor verses the rich
in today's world.
