I found this book to leave me thinking about how Amy was thinking at that age I am now 28, but when I was 16 I think I would have done the same thing in some sick sort of way, when you think you love someone as Amy thought she loved Joey, you find yourself willing to do anything to hold on to that romance. Amy was so much younger than Joey that it was easy for Joey to play Amy the way he did, he had been around, lived the life of a teen, he knew what to say to her, he made her feel good and she looked up to him, Amy and her father had a poor relationship, so that made Joey look even better he was someone she could call a father figure and he was also her lover. Now I think Amy was thinking of only one think when she walked up to Joeys house that day and shoot his wife Mary Joe, she was thinking Joey and I are going to be together now he loves me and she never thought about being caught going to jail, or worse than that kill someone. She was thinking about Joey, how much she wanted to please him and how much she loved him, he said we would be together forever if something were to happen to Mary Joe, going through her mind. So she shot her and where was Joey, not by Amys side, he gives the police her name and piture, the man she thought loved her and would always be there betrayed her..that has to be an awful feeling, here you shot this mans wife, became his sex toy and became a prostitute for him done all the things that Joey loves Mr. Wonderful, and he turns you in to the police himself, he lies about everything the motel nights, the boathouse, prostitution, drugs everything people knew about him he lied about and made people believe him, but when he was jailed for having sex with Amy before she was 16 was great, people were starting to see what a scum bag Joey really was.
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The review of this Book prepared by Terrie Whitlock
You were expecting War and Peace? One of the more memorable true-life soap operas of our times -- in which a married man has a romance with a teenager who also prostitutes herself, and prevails on her to shoot his wife (non-fatally, it turned out) -- is retold by the former teen, dubbed the Long Island Lolita by New York tabloids. As one might expect, the tale is both titillating and pathetically sad, with the women suffering and the man becoming a brief tinhorn celebrity. One can't help thinking Amy Fisher has yet to meet a person who hasn't used her: neither her assistant author nor her publishers bothered to tell her "Lyin' Eyes" isn't on the _Hotel California_ album, though she says in the very first sentence of the book that the Eagles are her favorite band and later talks about the song at length. Apparently no one is interested in making her look anything but her worst.
The review of this Book prepared by David Loftus
