The Road Through Wonderland: Surviving John Holmes

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The Road Through Wonderland: Surviving John Holmes by Dawn Schiller

Painstakingly honest, this chilling memoir reveals how a teenager became immersed in the bizarre life of legendary porn star John Holmes. Starting with a childhood that molded her perfectly to fall for the seduction of “the king of porn,” this autobiography recounts the perilous road that Dawn Schiller traveled—from drugs and addiction to beatings, arrests, forced prostitution, and being sold to the drug underworld. After living through the horrific Wonderland murders of 1981, she entered protective custody, ran from the FBI, and turned in John Holmes to the police. This is the true story of a young girl’s harrowing escape from one of the most infamous public figures, her struggle to survive, and her recovery from unthinkable abuse.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781605420837
Publisher: Medallion Media Group
Publication date: 08/01/2010
Pages: 300
Sales rank: 280,732
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 7.90(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

Dawn Schiller was fifteen years old in 1976, when she met thirty-two-year-old porn star John Holmes. Holmes courted Dawn, had sex with her, and manipulated her with drugs and alcohol. Holmes physically and emotionally abused Dawn for several years. After the famed Wonderland murders in 1981, they fled to Florida, where she ultimately broke free and turned him over to the police.

Dawn eventually relocated to northern California and finally to the Pacific Northwest, where she now lives with her daughter. In addition to being a devoted mother, Dawn has worked as an associate producer and consultant on the movie Wonderland (she was portrayed by actress Kate Bosworth; John Holmes was played by Val Kilmer).

Dawn is adamant about relating her story with the hope that any other young teen won't fall into the same hell that she did. She has developed a national presentation titled "Our Throwaway Teens—Who Are They and How Can We Help?" to raise awareness of the vulnerabilities of teens growing up in abusive and neglectful environments. Dawn educates audiences about what a teen might be experiencing internally when targeted and groomed by a predator, how to identify a young victim in trouble, pedophile seduction techniques, and the use of drugs to manipulate and trap a victim. She gives an inside view of what it’s like to be a "throwaway teen" and how we, as a community, can help. Dawn is also excited to announce E.S.T.E.A.M., Empowering Successful Teens through Education, Awareness & Mentoring, a newly registered nonprofit dedicated to assisting teens who are struggling to find a safe and successful path to adulthood.

Today, Dawn is the proud parent of a beautiful daughter. She works full time at a university in the arts and science department, is on the committee to revise the university’s sexual harassment policy, and is a member of the President’s Commission on the Status of Women (PCSW). Nationally she is a member of the education committee and is an advisory board member for the National Center of Victims of Crime as well as a TTEC consultant for the Office for Victims of Crime out of Washington, D.C. She is an advisory board member for The Americans Overseas Domestic Violence Crisis Center as well as Voices Set Free. She presented for End Violence Against Women International (EVAW) in 2010 and represented Val Kilmer in New York for the Volvo For Life Awards in both 2006 and 2008. But most importantly, Dawn has spent the last six years completing her memoir, The Road Through Wonderland. Nominated for the R.O.S.E. (Regaining One’s Self-Esteem) award in 2007, 2008, and 2009, and the Sunshine Peace Award in 2010, Dawn has been abstinent from drugs and alcohol for many years.

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The Road Through Wonderland: Surviving John Holmes

By Dawn Schiller

Medallion Press, Inc.

Copyright © 2010 Dawn Schiller
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-60542-083-7

Chapter One


Before you met me, I was a fairy princess I caught frogs and called them prince And made myself a queen Before you knew me, I traveled 'round the world I slept in castles and fell in love Because I was taught to dream ... I found mayonnaise bottles and Poked holes on top To capture Tinkerbell And they were just fireflies to the Untrained eye But I could always tell ... I believe in fairy tales and dreamers' dreams Like bedsheet sails And I believe in Peter Pan and miracles Anything I can to get by And fireflies

Lori McKenna, "Fireflies"

Times are tough in Carol City. Our neighborhood is going to shit. Blacks and Cubans are in a constant battle for superiority. Everything is a reason to fight. It sucks being white in this neighborhood. We are the minority and the excuse for any black or Cuban to start a war. Here, only one thing is certain: the constant feeling of no hope.

We rebel, us whites. We are actually a mix of everything other than black or Cuban. Smoking pot helps take us out of the reality of this place, and ditching school seems the only way to avoid a daily ass-kicking. On a lucky night, we might score an illegal downer or two from a girlfriend's older brother. At least we think this makes us lucky. Neighborhood rivals lie in wait for our lunch money and anything else we have in our pockets, so for protection, we pick a different street corner where we can hang out together each night.

The dark notes and doomed lyrics of bands like Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, and Deep Purple become our leaders. We understand each other.

Dad probably never thought he was leaving us in one of the worst neighborhoods in Florida, but Mom is bitter. "Et seems like et's happening overnight," she keeps saying in her sharp German accent. "Efferyone just starts moving out in vun year. Et's going from a nice neighborhood to dis," she daily repeats with disbelief.

Mom is losing her children to the cruel streets of this impoverished inland Miami City, and she feels helpless. Maybe if I knew this, I would be more compassionate.

But I doubt it.

At fifteen, I'm trying to survive, and I blame Mom for everything.

Mom works three waitress jobs just to keep up the payments on our house, because Dad isn't keeping his promise to send money. When she comes home at night, Mom is tired, angry, and sometimes, on scary nights, vicious and ready to snap.

After Vietnam, Dad took off in 1969 for a job with AT&T in Iran. "Laying cable in the desert will bring us quick riches," he pledged. But his luck has changed, and the only thing he sends in seven years is one sad, lonely letter. The words on the rough-textured and stained paper taped crudely together tell us he is in a Thai jail, his passport has been stolen, and he needs us to send him some money.

Mom scrapes together what little she can from her hidden tip jar and sends Dad a MoneyGram, hoping this will be enough to help him come home. But there is no response from that far side of the world, and the one spark of hope she has kindled is silenced for another endless stretch of time.

In the evenings, before I can fall asleep, I ritually listen to Mom's muffled weeping seep out from beneath her bedroom door. I listen because it is my way of making sure all is in order and she hasn't left us too. But it's on those random nights, when Mom's pain is so great, that I hear her cry out to God, "Why?" It is on those nights that my heart breaks with hers, and our voices and tears blend into one long, pitiful wail, rising up into the splintered, hollow walls of our house. She can't believe her dream for a better life in America has deteriorated to this-working so brutally hard and watching her children be consumed by the streets. Mom fears that we are damned, and this terrifies me.

* * *

Mom gets the call one April morning in 1976. Dad is not only in the States, but he is in Florida, not far from us, and is coming home this afternoon.

When I first hear that Dad is coming back, I think the world will begin to turn in our direction again. The way I see it, life can now be something to look forward to, not to cower from. Somehow, in my desperate need to find hope, I create an image of my father, the man who abandoned us to this hopeless place, as my hero.

My mind reels. I flash on the idea of "normalcy," something we can have again. I yearn for my life to be like the happy family television shows I spend my afternoons escaping into. Maybe we can have a family like the Waltons. I'd even take the Bradys. I don't care. I do care that we be like them: supportive, compassionate, and never experiencing a problem that can't be worked out. They are perfect families. The fantasy makes me feel warm and tingly with anticipation. Can all the wrong or missing things in our lives suddenly be whole because Dad is coming back? Can we be a family again?

We are thrilled. My brother, sister, and I race around the house, screaming at the top of our lungs, running in and out of each other's rooms, frantically attempting to straighten up for Dad's arrival.

Mom gets caught up in our enthusiasm at times, but a strained, nervous look never really leaves her face. She sees that we are quick to forgive. There is no way we can really understand her burden of raising us alone these past seven years.

"Vee'll see," she mumbles and tries not to dampen our spirits. Perhaps she foresees how easy it will be for Dad to win us over, that his absence will make him seem kinder to us when he arrives.

I can sense how much she hopes it won't happen.

It does anyway.

* * *

Wayne William Schiller. An all-American, blue-suede-shoes kind of guy: That is my father.

In 1957, he sneaks out to make a short hop to Philadelphia from New Jersey with his older cousin, Lash, to stand in line at ABC-TV. At sixteen, he is chosen as one of the first American Bandstand dancers, but back home, he gets a beating from his father for disobeying-and he never returns.

My dad is a very bright man who likes being hip with his hair combed back in a cool "duck's ass" and wearing his peg-leg pants. Accused of being "incorrigible" by his mother during his parents' divorce, he is rescued by my great-grandmother, who thinks boys can do no wrong and is passionate about bailing her grandson out of everything.

Awed by the art of savoir faire, Dad fancies himself a master. He can always find a way to get out of an uncomfortable situation and look like the good guy. His grandma has taught him that.

The world is his oyster as he strikes out on his own at a young age.

Soon he is an Army man stationed in Germany, where he meets Mom.

* * *

In a bar in 1959 on base in Amberg, Dad dances with Edda Therese Ilnseher, a dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty. Mom's a babe, and it doesn't take Dad long to swoop in with his charm.

Standing five feet tall and looking awkward next to my dad's six-foot-two stature, Mom, like many other German women, is looking for a better life, away from the hard times she grew up with in post-war Germany.

Born on a farm in Bavaria in 1939, she and her brothers and sisters were displaced war refugees, Old World survivors. Dad calls them Gypsies, and I think of her family living in caravans, wearing turbans, and reading fortunes on the side of the road. They were orphaned when my grandmother, whom I never met, died on a meager farm in the country. Mom was eight years old and the youngest of six children.

A few years after World War II, Mom was shipped to a Catholic orphanage, where she remembers the nuns being strict and cruel. She lived in one of Munich's cold, crumbling brick nunneries for several years, until her older sister raised enough money to bring her and her brothers and sisters back together again.

There, in that bar in Amberg, it is my parents' night out to dance.

Mom thinks the streets are paved in gold in America, and she is feeling pretty lucky that the American G.I. smiling at her is also very handsome. When Dad speaks perfect German to her, she takes it as a sign that God has answered her prayers. She knows very little English and innocently trusts that he will guide and protect her in the New World.

On December 2, 1959, they are married at the city hall in Munich, Germany. It is a simple wedding with a justice of the peace and two witnesses, who are friends of Dad's from the base and strangers to Mom. A few months later, he is stationed back in the States near his home in Toms River, New Jersey. Happy and in love, Mom and Dad take off for America.

* * *

We live at 718 Main Street in the big house my great-grandfather built. Since his passing, my great-grandmother, Cora Hilbert, has lived in the house and now lets us live with her and her sister, Great-Aunt Ella.

"Grandma," as we call Cora, is a thin-faced woman with broad hips and tight, grey, bobby-pin curls pinned painfully close to her scalp.

Aunt Ella, barely five feet tall, wears her white hair in tight curls too. She is a very round woman with a matching circular, soft face, and one of her legs is a good six inches shorter than the other. My grandma tells us the story of how, when Aunt Ella was a baby, she was so small their mother used a shoebox for her cradle. I think shoeboxes were big back then.

Grandma and Aunt Ella speak High German and wear plain housedresses, aprons, and black lace-up boots six days a week. Sundays, they dress up in their customary church-day attire, complete with hats and gloves.

Aunt Ella's one boot has a higher sole on it, and she uses a cane so she can walk properly. She is, we are told, an "old maid." She never married, and everyone in the family takes care of her. To me, Aunt Ella is the sweetest, kindest lady, always soft-spoken and polite, ever prepared with a hard candy in the pocket of her housedress or apron. When we children are being scolded, she often stands up for us," stepping into the middle of Mom's cross words or wild backhand swings or rage as she drags us upstairs to "get the belt."

"Now, Edda, what has the child done?" Aunt Ella asks. As quickly as she can, she stands and then wedges her lame leg between Mom and me. Anchoring herself with her cane, she distracts Mom and buys me time to hide. Aunt Ella knows if she questions long enough, Mom's temper will subside. It works-sometimes.

But most times it doesn't.

Still, many sweet childhood memories are made here in the big house on Main Street. Grandma does the cooking, and Aunt Ella always bakes. Crumb cake is my favorite: cinnamon, buttery crumb cake. In the pantry every Sunday morning is a large bowl of sweet dough, the ingredients mixed from scratch. Aunt Ella's faintly lavender-and-stale-rose-scented black sweater drapes tightly over the bowl's edges, and the yeast, thick and rich, fills the air in the warm pantry closet.

"Keep the door closed," Aunt Ella says, "so the dough will rise."

It always rises mysteriously.

Downstairs, at night, it is customary for Grandma to sit in her favorite rocking chair facing the darkened mouth of the massive red-brick fireplace. Tilting to and fro, the old, worn, knotty-wood rocker creaks when I sit in it, pretending I am grandma, gray and wise.

On many an evening I discover Grandma snoring loudly in her chair, head leaning forward on her chest, arms crossed tightly around her waist in a hug.

"Grandma, Grandma, wake up," I whisper one time, gently shaking her arm after watching her snore a while longer. I ponder how odd and different she looks while asleep in the low living room lamplight.

"Oh, did I fall asleep?" she mumbles, her voice sweet and sleepy.

I quietly guide her up the polished oak stairs to her bedroom.

Grandma and Aunt Ella share a large bedroom on the second floor, and before bedtime each night, we children ritually appear to unlace their boots and to say our "Now I lay me down to sleep" prayers together, blessing everyone we know afterward.

One winter evening, after saying my prayers with Grandma and Aunt Ella, I turn to leave their room and see through the window the year's first snow gently and silently fall. I lean against the radiator at the window and excitedly call out the snow's arrival.

"How lovely," my grandma says, too tired to get up and look.

They let me stay for a while in their room as I watch the shadowy street and trees become blanketed in white. The streetlamp below the window illuminates the quickly falling flakes and bathes everything in a pale, blue light.

I love them-Grandma and Aunt Ella. Filled with the magic of an angelic moment, I feel so much love for them that particular night. After a while, I say my good nights and kiss each again.

It is a moment that will be etched into my memory forever.

* * *

Aunt Ella and Grandma are religious. They are Lutheran by birth, but it seems Grandma wears the Bible on her dress. On her bad days, she has a tendency to call on the devil and offer to send us to him should we "not mind." Of course, she does this with God's permission and always asks us, "Is that what you want? To go to hell and the devil?"

"No, Grandma!" we cry. "We're sorry. We don't want to go to hell and the devil."

I don't know what hell and the devil is, but one thing's for sure: It isn't good.

When Grandma says this, it seems we are going there even if we don't want to. Sometimes at night, when unlacing my Aunt Ella's boots, I ask her worriedly if that's where I'm going-to the devil. I worry mostly because of the memories of my uncle visiting my room at night, those nights when I felt blank inside, like a dirty rag doll. She never answers, but instead casts a disapproving sideways glance in my grandmother's direction. Grandma then purses her lips, making them thinner than ever, and says a short, sharp "good night," turning over in a huff without reciting her prayers. I never really know if I'm going to the "bad place" or not, but I feel terrible that she won't pray with me.

* * *

Still, the best and most fun hours we children spend are outside in our sprawling yard. Filled with wild honeysuckle, it is home to big, funny, flowering trees good for climbing. Behind our clothesline is the little garden patch, where we grow radishes and carrots. Farther back still, behind the garage, is a never-ending cluster of woods, as big as the whole world.

Here, we find box turtles, and we keep them as pets until Grandma or Mom makes us let them go. (Aunt Ella always lets us keep them.)

Here, too, we pick wild strawberries. Then we dash into the house for a bowl and sugar and scurry back out into the afternoon sun to sit and eat our prize picks.

Doctor Bricker, our neighbor to the left, owns a large portion of tangled woods that melds into ours. We pick dogwood blossoms from the short, gnarled trees in his part of the back woods and bring them in as presents for my mother, grandma, and Aunt Ella. Sitting out on our large, green lawn, my brother, sister, and I gather dandelions, playing the game where we hold them under each other's chin to see if we like butter. I always like butter.

* * *

The best thing about this time in New Jersey is the wonder of summer twilight, when the fireflies come to show their luminous, green flashes. They are magical, sweet remnants of my fairytale dreams. While I sip tea with my royal court of dolls under our climbing tree, the fireflies protect me as they soar above. I am their queen, and they love me.

Warm days lazily turn into nights. The eastern sky blazes purple and pink at the peak of the fireflies' evening arrival. Their little lights blink randomly, floating on the thick, honeysuckle air.

Sometimes near, sometimes far, the fireflies dare us to believe in them. When they grace us with their presence, my heart knows they come out to enchant us and remind us of their existence.


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Susan Murphy Milano

The emotions are strong throughout this well-written book and lead the reader into a world few travel and survive. I was unable to put the book down! (Susan Murphy Milano, violence expert and author, Time's Up: A Guide on How to Leave and Survive Abuse and Stalking Relationships)

Harriet Klausner

Stunned readers will appreciate Ms. Schiller’s autobiography warning parents and other adults that discarding children leaves them vulnerable to a Pied Piper who showers them with deadly interest (think of the DC Snipers).--(Harriet Klausner)

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Road Through Wonderland: Surviving John Holmes 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 108 reviews.
B_Prutch More than 1 year ago
I originally read a short writeup about this book in a magazine about a month ago and immediately went out to buy it. From the moment that I started reading, I could not put this book down. I did not regret my purchase in the least and have found that since I have finished the book, I cannot get Dawn's heartbreaking story of resilience and survival out of my head. I was drawn in from the beginning as the story of Dawn's life unfolded in my hands. It is so well written that at times I felt as if I were living in her nightmare. Time after time I would ask my self, "What else can this girl endure?" I agree with other reviewers that this book was quite depressing at times (and that I, too, was worried about Thor); however, it is DEFINITELY worth the read. Dawn is a true inspiration to women and teens alike. I thought that I might be interested in seeing the movie, Wonderland, which was the catalyst for this book, but I have been told that it is not a true depiction of Dawn's story so I have decided not to see it. Dawn was able to turn the horrific experiences of drug addiction, abuse and prostitution into the positive creation of an organization called E.S.T.E.A.M. She is an amazing person and I highly, highly recommend this book to anyone who doubts resiliency and the human spirit.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Young women need to read this book. This is a must read for anyone who likes TRUE LIFE stories. This is an gripping non sugar coated biography. I loved the complete honesty that Dawn shares in her book. I am an avid reader and I can tell you I have read this book three times since I bought it. I take away something different each time I read it. DAWN YOU ARE AN INSPIRATION!! I did not know anything about John Holmes or the Wonderland murders when I purchased this book and I am really glad I didn't because I got to see the true story through Dawn's memories..I LOVE THIS BOOK!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What a sad story! I'm glad she came through everything basically all right, but what an emotional nightmare. The story was well written, and despite knowing where it was going to end, I was still blindsided a few times.
Deperwin More than 1 year ago
What an amazing story of survival and bravery. I just finished it an hour ago and still am emotional. Thank you so much for sharing your story.
CindyLouOR More than 1 year ago
The Road Through Wonderland is hands down, the most amazing book I have ever read, in my 53 years of life. I would suggest readers take their time reading, to really 'feel and connect' with Author Dawn Schiller. Feeling her emotions, high's and low's...happy and sad...lost and found, just to be lost all over again. It took complete raw courage to put in to words, this experience no woman should ever endure. As a young teen, when Dawn should have been hanging out with friends and making everlasting memories, while dreaming of things to come true~her life was anything but. By the pure grace of God, Dawn lived to share her remarkable story. By doing so, I truly and firmly believe, lives will be SAVED and abuse will be prevented in the lives of others. The Road Through Wonderland would be a great addition to every young woman's library. Do not let the idea of John Holmes being characterized in the book, prevent you or your daughters, sisters, neices, etc. from reading the greatest 'awareness' book for young women, ever. This book is not about John's about surviving the abuse he put Dawn through. A true testament of survival, clearly written with real, raw emotion and heart. My life is forever changed and I thank Dawn Schiller for this new empowerment, of working even more to help teens with prevention and awarenss. To reach out unconditionally, with open arms, to those who've endured abuse. Dawn Schiller is truly~an Angel on earth!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It has been days since I finished this book and it is just burned in my brain. To overcome such continued strife for such a long period of time is remarkable. This story is well written and I highly reccomend it.
papooseRC More than 1 year ago
Could not put it down read straight thru.
desiree riddle More than 1 year ago
I seriously could not put this book down! It was well written and answered many questions that have never been answered of John Holmes. Definitely shows a different side of the star. It is unfortunate that his life turned out the way it did.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was an easy read but it was hard to put the book down. Intense and crazy real life stuff that pple forget happens. I even started a mini research project he was NOT handsome but we was packing a really big deal...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you like true stories, this is a great read!
AdamGis More than 1 year ago
I have been obsessed with the Wonderland murders ever since seeing the movie. When I found out that a book had been written, by the girlfriend of the main player...I could not purchase this book fast enough, hoping to glean some new insight into the murders. This book hardly even touches on the murders themselves, but focuses more on the relationship between Dawn and John, from it's beginning (through devastating physical and mental abuse) to it's end. This book is fascinating, it's horrifying, it's sad, it's inspirational, and all around a great read. This one is HIGHLY recommended.
Vanessa Alcantara More than 1 year ago
I could not stop reading this book. It is very well written and overall a captivating read. I watched the movie wonderland and it was really interesting for me to learn morw about Dawn. I highly recommend this book.
Destyni Hue More than 1 year ago
This book was intense. i couldnt put it down. its a must read
s-prophet More than 1 year ago
Excellently written, this book takes you through the most influential years of Dawn Schillers life. What should have been the most exciting and memorable years, turned out instead to be the most traumatic. As with so many teens, Dawn felt unwanted by her parents which gave John Holmes the opportunity to move in and use her however he felt was needed so he could continue to do drugs. So well written, you feel as if you are in her shoes through out the entire story. This is a book I believe everyone should read, especially teens and anybody who has ever been abused. I also think it should be read by people who haven't been abused because they really need to be aware of the haunting truth and tragic situations that trap a large percentage of both youths and adults. With this awareness, and proper intervention I believe we will see less abuse, human trafficking, drug addiction and other serious problems in our society. Dawn is certainly a miracle, she has started several programs to help throw-away teens, abused women and teens, human trafficking and many more. It is my wish to see more people take notice and care enough to reach out and help these teens before they have to endure the horrible situations Dawn found herself in.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is one of those books I didn't want to end.  I became so wrapped up in their lives...I now feel like I still need to know how her life is going, today. I would recommend this book, highly.  What Dawn went through, no one...especially and young girl...should ever have to go through.  I admire her and have so much respect for her.  Very courageous woman.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I chose this book because of my morbid curiosity of the Wonderland Murders. I've watched movies/documentaries and have read what seems to be about everything on the internet concerning them and one Mr. John Holmes. It was very interesting to read a different side of the story especially from the point of view of a teenager. As I was reading it I was trying to imagine what I would have done if I were Dawn. She has definitely lived quite a life! I truly enjoyed this book and I would highly recommend it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really liked this book. Dawn Schiller is an amazing writer and an even more amazing woman! The things she went through as a teen until her early 20's would break a lot of people. Dawn decided to change her life around and also start helping other teens that are in a similar situation as she was. After years of finding herself and soul searching she realized that she didn't want to be a victim. She is a survivor. I have the utmost respect for this woman. After I finished her book, I found a way to contact her just to tell her what an inspiration she is to me. I wasn't even expecting her to respond since I'm sure has many people contact her about these things. But to my surprise, she wrote me back and she was so sweet, caring, and compassionate. I absolutely recommend this book! The story will low your mind. What a life Dawn has had... Its also very interesting to read about John Holmes and the Wonderland Murders. It's all from Dawn's perspective of course, but it's interesting to learn what was going on around the time leading up to the murders and even after the murders. I couldn't put this book down. This story touched me in a way that not many have. Especially if you've ever been in an abusive relationship. You just really feel for her. I teared ups few times during the book. It's definitely a great book to read if you're interested in John Holmes/Wonderland. And if not, it's also a great read about a young woman that is addicted to drugs and in an abusive relationship. This is her story and how she survived. It's amazing. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love this book! I read it in two nights. Dawn is an amazing, strong woman to have survived all she went through. She is a great writer and I just recommend this book to anyone that loves reading period!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not a single page that I wasnt totally absrbed in. Amazing and disturbing true story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book, hard to put down. I felt like I was there. I'm glad she was able to get out and is now helping those who might be in the same place. Its a tragic story, but with a happy ending and inspirational message.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very Interesting read and it is Crazy the things Dawn has been through but I am glad that things are looking up for her as she got away from the monster John Holmes.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read---you cannot put it down.  The story is amazing and makes you feel as if you are there.  Highly recommend.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Reading the autobiography of a Surviver is an emotional thing. To decide, as a surviver myself, I wasn't sure how I would react. This book takes the reader on an emotional tidalwave. The reader gets the first-hand account of victimization Dawn endured and the resolve of others to remove her from John Holmes' drug adled life. I had moments that where so vivid as I was reading that took me back to my abusive past. I have been told to and asked to write my story. Having read Dawn's story, I just can't deal with putting history to paper. This book's creation took great strength and emotional endurance. I'm thrilled to know that Dawn MADE IT! Victims need to know and see that they do not need to become a statistic following abuse. You can CHOOSE to have your own future. Dawn's story is another shining example!
Jasmine_K More than 1 year ago
Loved it. I literally could not put it down, even having to lay awkwardly at times as my nook charged while I read, I just couldn't wait to see what happened next.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was such a great book, you can feel dawn's pain. She has been through so much and made it to the other side, thank you for writing this book.