A review by askoda
I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy

5.0

There are so many reasons why I picked up this book. The first reason is my strained relationship with my father. The second was from a burning curiosity about the girl plastered across my living room TV as my daughter not so quietly obsessed over her.

There was something in her eyes that told me she had a story. There was turbulence underneath that overly bright smile.

Turns out… there was.

McCurdy created a stunning and heart wrenching memoir. What was so beautiful about it was that it grew with her. As the past caught up with the present, so did her ability to grasp everything that had happened within her life. As the pages turn, she engulfs you with her dry humor, her hurt, and her observations of her own life. Sometimes it feels as if she is witnessing her experience rather than living it.

Between being thrusted into fame, family struggles, and her personal battle with mental illness, it’s clear McCurdy was entrapped in an endless cycle of emotional whiplash.

Her writing style is so succinct. She is bold. She is observant. She is honest not only with her readers but herself.