Laurie Sandell grew up with a seemingly very accomplished but secretive and volatile father, who as she found out more about him later in life turned out not to be the man she thought he was; nor was he the man who he claimed to be. I am not spoiling anything here, the title gives that away. Laurie Sandell is a feature writer for glossy magazines, but there is nothing slick about this book. As a “true” memoir it brings the agony of growing up and being uncertain who your parents are–a common feeling, as we get to know them, our parents shirnk in our eyes–but extreme in Sandell’s case. This reads like a novel and avoids self-pity as the central character tries to take on the betrayal. She has multiple affairs with men, and one woman–on a trip to Israel–interviews celebrity after celebrity and travels a great deal trying different people and countries and people to see if she can get close to any of them. Eventually, she makes her way to Argentina the country of her father’s birth. and ther finds that his deception began all the way back at the beginning. There she meets Her career takes off and she meet a kind man, although nothing is simple or straight-forward for her, she is making her way in the world. The line drawings coloured in an ink wash are simple, but somehow light-hearted and suitably emotional. This is a comic take on a serious story with deep levels of betrayal handed from parents to daughter, who by the end. By the end Laurie has made her way through, but the story is true enough not to be too easily resolved.