This idea lasts most of my life; it is how I coped. But not without profound consequences. For so many years I had to be a "smoldering, sexy spitfire," an "ethnic maiden." I was forced to play by Hollywood's rules, search for self-worth in often toxic relationships, and feign a "perfect" forty-six-year marriage. I may have appeared as bold and golden as all my statuettes-Oscar, Tony, Emmy, Grammy-but inside, the struggle continued. Book jacket.