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Mara Wilson, whom I (and I think, everyone?) knows as Matilda from their childhood, comes back into the public spotlight with this very honest memoir. Having gotten off our radar somewhere in the late nineties, Mara talks about growing up, the pain and trauma or losing her mom as a child, and coming to terms with living with issues like OCD and severe anxiety. I find it really impressive that she can be that open about mental illness (or just mental health) given how cruel that media has been to her - as a child star that had the gall to grow up and no longer be cute. She had to find her group of true friends, fellow theater weirdos and others who could see her as more than the childhood roles she played, that became so iconic to so many. She talks about being nervous to set up internet dating because the media would find out, and people would be judgy and horrible - "Matilda can't be having casual sex!" which would be funny but is also kind of bleak. I was glad she found true blue people to be with, and owned the narrative that others kept spinning as their own.

So where is she now? She describes herself as a storyteller - kind of like a stand up comedian, without waiting for the laughs. Mara writes personal and anecdotal stories and preforms them to crowds, and it sounds like she'll be writing more in the future. I'll be on the lookout.
From one anxious, weirdo bisexual Jewish girl to another.