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A review by annalolan
I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy
challenging
dark
emotional
hopeful
sad
tense
fast-paced
5.0
Please read content warnings for this book before reading! CW: disordered eating, religious OCD, alcoholism, emotional and physical abuse
I read this book in a day and I can tell I’ll be thinking about this one for a while.
I feel like I grew up with Jennette even though I’ve never met her and I don’t know her. That’s probably something that happens to famous people often, the latching-on of strangers. The over-identifying with a person without having a real relationship with them. The public ownership of a person’s life. And, how stunted must that public perception be when the last time I’d seen Jennette was on tv as a teenager.
I’m both proud of and grateful to Jennette for writing this memoir. I think it serves well as a way to reacquaint those of us who “knew” her as a teen with who she is as an adult. I bet it was very helpful for her own mental health and personal growth to reclaim her identity in the public eye.
She obviously doesn’t pull any punches in this one, and I’m proud of her for that. I didn’t realize she grew up mormon, and I appreciated her recollections on that topic. Her OCD manifesting itself as the Holy Ghost is something I had only heard talked about among my friends until now.
I loved how she described her relationship with Miranda, even at the end how she said they had drifted apart.
The part when she breaks up with Laura over not being able to confront her image of her mother? That felt particularly raw and honest.
In general, I was impressed by this book, and particularly Jennette’s voice. I wish her the best.
I read this book in a day and I can tell I’ll be thinking about this one for a while.
I feel like I grew up with Jennette even though I’ve never met her and I don’t know her. That’s probably something that happens to famous people often, the latching-on of strangers. The over-identifying with a person without having a real relationship with them. The public ownership of a person’s life. And, how stunted must that public perception be when the last time I’d seen Jennette was on tv as a teenager.
I’m both proud of and grateful to Jennette for writing this memoir. I think it serves well as a way to reacquaint those of us who “knew” her as a teen with who she is as an adult. I bet it was very helpful for her own mental health and personal growth to reclaim her identity in the public eye.
She obviously doesn’t pull any punches in this one, and I’m proud of her for that. I didn’t realize she grew up mormon, and I appreciated her recollections on that topic. Her OCD manifesting itself as the Holy Ghost is something I had only heard talked about among my friends until now.
I loved how she described her relationship with Miranda, even at the end how she said they had drifted apart.
The part when she breaks up with Laura over not being able to confront her image of her mother? That felt particularly raw and honest.
In general, I was impressed by this book, and particularly Jennette’s voice. I wish her the best.