He would have had great, almond shaped, blue eyes, and dark blonde hair. He would have been a tall man, at least six one, and have an extraordinary sense of adventure… In Killing Andy, Shepherd continues in her trademark self-depricating voice to recount her life after her anorectic sister’s death in 1975. She takes the reader with her through a string of failed relationships, a near death experience, and finally an abortion, an act of self-hatred that would never leave her but would ultimately lead her to the truth. It is a brutally brave, and sometimes comic memoir of indelible love.