Jennifer Miller (1) (1955–)

A cautionary tale that poses interesting questions. The author enters therapy to deal with issues of isolation, trust and intimacy. The therapist is a con artist who gains her complete trust, strips her of thousands of dollars, then mysteriously dies. The irony is that the whole horrific experience has the desired effect of making her more open, self-accepting and willing to show vulnerability. Extremely well written and hard to put down.

Loved this book. A harrowing memoir of screenwriter Jennifer Miller's involvement -- emotionally, pychologically, financially -- with her scary L.A. therapist. Critics liken it to a Highsmith novel, and I'm inclined to agree. Miller's portrait of her therapist is so parallel to an everyday Tom Ripley. Her memoir also a realistic look into the day-to-day life of a woman screenwriter (at the time, she's a TV sitcom writer) trying to survive the prevalent sexism that goes on in Lalaland. I used show more to want to get into that business. After reading this, I'm glad I'm doing what I'm currently doing. show less

too much of a downer for me. Psychiatrist is a fake.