While I understand this is supposed to be a really low angst short novella, I felt as if this story was a bit rushed. Certain elements within the story felt as if they were pushed into the story in order to move the plot further along, this also caused the characters to fall a little flat, but elements of their relationship were cute to read. The story overall is a quick enjoyable read if you are looking for an extremely low angst book with a quick HEA.
I don’t know how to describe my love for this book and series, and I’m sad it’s coming to an end but this last book was the perfect closer. Ant and Jazz story has become my new favorite within this series, not only did it deliver character growth but also a beautiful love story. Ant and Jazz are two complicated characters but Bailey Nicole finds such a beautiful way to capture both of characters faults, and subsequent growth in such an amazing way. But what really made this book such a captivating read was their love story, how it develops from this huge dislike of each other, to them being so deeply in love with one another, and being there in the mist of their ups and downs.
I’m Glad My Mom Died is an in your face title for good reason, Jennette McCurdy details not only her tumultuous relationship with her mother, but her time being a child star on one of the biggest networks of the last few decades and didn’t even want to be an actor to begin with. This book was not only deeply personal and heartbreaking, but gives you an inside look at what it’s like being a child and having so much fame ESPECIALLY when you do not want it.
Jennette brilliantly discuss her unfiltered thoughts about her mother and time before, during, and ‘after’ fame and you can’t help but be consumed, and shocked about how much she has had to go through. This story is so deeply personal you can tell Jennette really took the time to sit down and craft this story to be able to tell it on page. After reading this you can’t help but empathize and then praise how resilient Jennette is for not only telling this story, but telling it in such a raw way and no longer trying to live in the image and or dreams her mother projected onto her.