Jennette McCurdy has out done herself with this insanely good, emotionally wrecking, and vivid memoir. I listened to I’m Glad My Mom Died and McCurdy’s delivery of her story, both as a writer and a narrator, was jarring, but amazing nonetheless. What could’ve been (and is often advertised as by click-bait sites) a click-bait story about her time as a child star, was instead a bar-raiser for celebrity memoirs. Her dark humor was effortless (you can’t beat this title), and it only elevated the reality of how devastating her story is. I love McCurdy. I loved her as a kid and my love and respect for her has only deepened.