IN THIS LUMINOUS MEMOIR, LEGENDARY SINGER AND ACTRESS NATALIE COLE TELLS A REMARKABLE STORY OF LIFE-THREATENING ILLNESS AND RECOVERY, AND THE STORY OF A DEATH THAT BROUGHT NEW LIFE. In 2009 Natalie Cole was on dialysis, her kidneys failing. Without a kidney transplant, her future was uncertain. Throughout Natalie’s illness one of her biggest supporters was her beloved sister Cooke. But then Cooke herself became ill, with cancer. Astonishingly, as Cooke lay dying in a hospital, Natalie received a call that a kidney was available, but the surgery had to be performed immediately. Natalie couldn’t leave her sister’s side—but neither could she refuse the kidney that would save her own life. This is a story of sisters, Natalie and Cooke, but also of the sisters who made the transplant possible, Patty and Jessica. It was Jessica’s death that gave new life to Natalie, even as Natalie experienced the devastating loss of Cooke. Patty, too, suffered her own terrible loss, but when she met Natalie, she found that her sister’s spirit still lived. Through the gift of life, Natalie and Patty became sisters in spirit. Love Brought Me Back is a story of loss and recovery, sorrow and joy, success and despair—and, finally, success again. It will touch you as few memoirs ever have. Natalie Cole, singer and daughter of the legendary Nat King Cole, looks back on a two-year period that strengthened her faith, when she lost a beloved sister and gained years of life with a kidney transplant. Cole was diagnosed with hepatitis C possibly from heroin use earlier in her life. Conflicted between choosing chemotherapy and the natural medicines urged by her sister, Cooke, she threw herself into the healing power of music. She looks back over her life, recalling memories of her famous father, his music, and colleagues from Frank Sinatra to Sammy Davis Jr., finding faith during rehab, and ultimately revisiting her father’s musical legacy. When chemotherapy and dialysis couldn’t any longer sustain her, she went on the donor list. Interspersed throughout are recollections by Patricia, the woman whose sister, Jessica, killed in a hit-and-run accident, ultimately supplied the kidney for Cole. Cole and Patricia offer twin voices of love and devotion to their sisters and the significance of their faith. --Vanessa Bush Over the past four decades, Natalie Cole has performed the world over, won multiple Grammys, and sold tens of millions of records in the genres of R&B, pop, and jazz. She is perhaps best known for her 1991 album, Unforgettable . . . with Love, featuring her vocal arrangements of her father's greatest hits with piano accompaniment by her uncle Ike Cole, which won several Grammy awards, including Album of the Year and Best Traditional Pop Vocal Performance. As an actress, she starred in director Delbert Mann’s “Lily in Winter” and co-starred with Laurence Fishburn and Cicely Tyson in Walter Mosley’s “Always Outnumbered.” She played herself in “Livin’ For Love: The Natalie Cole Story,” the biopic of her life, which aired on NBC. Natalie has made more than 300 major television appearances, from dramas like “Law and Order” and “Touched by an Angel” to talk shows with Oprah Winfrey, Ellen DeGeneres, and Larry King. She lives in Los Angeles, California. David Ritz is a songwriter who has collaborated with stars like Janet Jackson and Marvin Gaye, as well as a renowned ghostwriter who has authored more than fifty books for some of the biggest stars in music: Aretha Franklin, Marvin Gaye, Ray Charles, Lenny Kravitz, Joe Perry, Smokey Robinson, Don Rickles, and Willie Nelson, to name a few. His articles have appeared in The New York Times , Rolling Stone , Essence , People , US, Art Connoisseur , and TV . He lives in Los Angeles with Roberta, his wife of 47 years. 2 New Year’s Eve, 2007 I’M NO SQUARE—my friends will tell you that—and I love to party, but my favorite way to party on New Year’s Eve is church, especially Faithful Central, the praise-and-worship congregation that took over the Forum, former home of the Los Angeles Lakers. My whole CRew accompanied me. My girlfriends Benita and Tammy were there, and so was my son, Robbie, who, at age thirty, showed, among other talents, his late father’s great gift for preaching. My aunt Marie and uncle Kearney were also there, along with my friend Quaford, my brother from another mother. I usually attend the Mt. Moriah Baptist Church in South Central L.A., a smaller and more intimate congregation, but on this night I wanted to experience the full-tilt gospel joy, the higher-than-high energy of Kurt Carr’s magnificent choir, the heart-stopping rhythms and spine-tingling riffs of saCRed singing. Along with thousands of fellow believers, I wanted to wave my arms and stomp my feet, feel that Holy Ghost power, and thank God for this past year and the year ahead, a year filled with so many possibilities and so much promise. After the services, I arrived back home in a state