"Most parents reside on pedestals, and if Dad's had been a little higher than the norm, he had that much farther to fall." So writes Tina Sinatra (with Jeff Coplon) in My Father's Daughter (Simon & Schuster; 313 pages; $26), her affectionate but clear-eyed memoir about life with Frank. The thought continues: "I could accept him as just a man. But he'd stood so large in my eyes that I couldn't bear to see him smaller than life."
Yeah, me neither, says the reader, presumably a Frank Sinatra fan, elsewise he or she would be reading Margaret Salinger's book. Unlike Salinger,...
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