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Most Italian BYOBS on the Main Line feel like a family dinner.
Raff’s feels like a movie scene.
It’s Goodfellas meets date night: white tablecloths, black leather, red-and-gold lamps, dramatic chandeliers and a rogues gallery from The Godfather and The Sopranos guarding the room like capos.
We all thought Villa Maria and Shipley alum Jessica Knoll was living the dream.
Her debut novel, the Gone Girl-esque thriller, Luckiest Girl Alive, was an award-winning bestseller.
Lionsgate optioned the movie rights with Reese Witherspoon (!) to produce; Knoll wrote the screenplay.
Her publisher – Simon & Schuster, no less – green lit a second novel, due to drop in spring 2017.
Noll had made it in magazines, too, landing coveted senior editor jobs at Cosmo and Self.
Oh, and she was attractive and happily married, too.
At 32, she was, well, the luckiest girl alive, right?
No and yes.
Two weeks ago, Jessica Knoll dropped a bomb.
She published an essay admitting for the first time that the horrific gang rape in her novel was based on her own experiences.
