When I found out that Hannah was writing a memoir, and that it was full of things she'd never talked about before, I expected saucy tales of her lesbian sexcapades or wild drunken nights or her favorite or least favorite MDK guests, that sort of thing.

What I did not expect was a heartwrenching tale of poverty and suffering and survival perpetrated by her mother's mental illness and the abandonment of family members who simply couldn't deal with it all.

I did not expect stories of adversity and pain, self-harm and self-hatred, homophobia and ultimately, acceptance and love.

This is not a book of puns (well, not entirely) and raucous tales (okay, there are some).

This is a book of strength and love and self-worth.

Hannah Hart has fought, and is still fighting in many ways, incredibly hard for everything she has.

When I found out Hannah was writing a memoir, I did not expect to be so completely humbled and inspired. But there you have it.