Jessica Knoll has been a senior editor at Cosmopolitan. Now the articles editor at SELF, her writing and editing covers relationships, sex, and psychological well-being. Jessica grew up in the suburbs of Philadelphia and graduated from The Shipley School in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania, and from Hobart and William Smith Colleges in Geneva, New York. She lives in New York City with her husband.
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by @JessMKnoll - 3 days ago
JessicaKnollAuthor - 3 days ago
Thank you to Lenny Letter for turning me on to Fannie Hurst, writer and complexly fascinating woman. This about sums up the end of the week for me. After months of what felt like nonstop brain torture, I turned in a revise of book two to my editor last week. For the first few days, I felt light on my feet, with an abundance of energy I funneled into replacing my cracked and storage overloaded phone, cancelling a gym membership in person (the worst), dropping off returns to FedEx, unpacking a three month old suitcase and cleaning my closet, returning emails, composing long overdue emails, opening packages, and on and on and on. Now it's Friday and there is no more shit to get together, just the BURNING need to get back to the MS that held me hostage for the last two and a half years. Time to bring this baby home so that it can publish in May 2018. Title and cover reveal coming...perhaps more sniveling instagram stories too, but I somehow don't think so. The 🎂 is baked, now all that's left to do is frost it.
JessicaKnollAuthor - one month ago
Wow. This series was not at all what I expected. So much more than a whodunt, it's a tribute to the courage, tenacity, and strength of a group of women who have been rebuffed and humiliated at every turn. And STILL they don't give up. Mild spoilers ahead... Over the last two years, I have heard from so many survivors in their 50s and 60s. Some are sharing their stories for the first time. As I watched the brave Jane Roe and Jane Doe testify that many sexual abuse survivors don't feel comfortable coming forward until well into adulthood, I found myself nodding emphatically. Yes, yes, yes, yes. I tried to come forward as a fifteen year old and I was only brutalized further for speaking up. How can we expect KIDS to take on a culture that is bigger and meaner than them? Of COURSE we would wait to come forward when we are adults - when we are established, successful, have curated a loving and supportive network around us, when we feel STRONG for the first time in our lives. When I think back on the people who hurt me in high school, my attitude is bring it, motherfuckers. You do not want to mess with me now. But it took me seventeen years to get to that place.
My hope, as Jane Doe states much more eloquently than I am about to, is that in coming forward, we encourage other survivors to do the same, until there are so many of us you have to hear us and believe us. Until WE outnumber those motherfuckers.
JessicaKnollAuthor - 3 months ago
Meet the newest member of our family, BEATRICE. Little Bee is a rescue who came to us courtesy of the fabulous folks @socalbulldogrescue, and we can't wait until May 13th when we can bring this 😇 home.
My editor emailed me this morning, reminding me that it's the one year anniversary of my Lenny Letter essay, which I've linked to in my profile. I cannot believe an entire year has passed. March 29th, 2016 was one of the most validating and emotionally exhausting days of my life. I was inundated with messages of support and similar, heartbreaking stories of survival, requests from reporters, and when at 5pm I got a call that I needed to be at Rockefeller Center in 45 mins because The Today Show wanted to interview me, I was still in my pajamas with nothing in my stomach but a chocolate chip cookie dough quest bar (the best kind). The most common question I got that day and in the ensuing weeks was if this essay was helping me to heal. Would I ever be "fine?" I was too overwhelmed by what was going on to even process what I was feeling, and it would take months for me to parse the impact of the essay and this day. A year later, what I've come up with is this: I am much closer to fine than I have ever been before, but being "fine" looks nothing like I thought it would look. I can't talk about what happened to me without bursting into tears and clutching my throat, sobbing for my fifteen year old self who felt so desperately alone and ashamed. And THAT is progress. Ten years ago, five years ago, a year and a half ago even, I could tell you my story without batting an eye, and I thought that made me "fine." Fine is ugly. Fine is the hardest work I've ever done, but fine is so much better than numb. I am so grateful to Lenny and Jessica Grose and Lena Dunham and Jenni Konner for providing a space where women are free to be messy and ugly, and to all of you for your support and your bravery in sharing your stories with me. I wish I didn't know, but I do.
JessicaKnollAuthor - 4 months ago
By the grace of God, finished.
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