I've never hated a dead woman more than her mother. People say that some people should never have been parents, and I guess I never fully understood that until now. But, is having bad parents better than having no parents?

As McCurdy was one of the many stars of my childhood, hearing her voice in the audiobook initially brought me back to a simpler time. Nonetheless, it's clear that this is not the girl I watched on TV, but a grieving, powerful woman.

I'm struggling to write an honest review. I mean, how do you rate a person's story who in the span of 6 hours completely shattered your childhood naivety while simultaneously garnering newfound respect for the woman I know her as today? No, she's not the best writer. She's a brutally honest storyteller who made me feel disgusted, frustrated, ashamed, tired, depressed, and sick of the world.

I feel guilty over how much I love this memoir, because it only exists due to the amount of pain McCurdy's experiences caused. Nonetheless, I hope she has more good days than bad, and I'm looking forward to her next work (if she wants to tell it).