shocking, insightful, and empowering, britney spears’ long-awaited memoir delves into motherhood, past relationships, life as a young pop star, and her conservatorship. it’s a focused novel that draws parallels between her dysfunctional family and her rise in money, between patriarchy and exploitation, and between media that loves to profit off a woman in distress.
 
i feel uncomfortable rating this. in all honesty, this memoir wasn’t the best-written; the narrative felt clunky and the writing disjointed. i wish some aspects were delved into a little deeper. but it’s important to remember this memoir isn’t trying to be a literary masterpiece. the woman in me is spears’ reclamation of her voice, her story, and her autonomy. in the most fundamental ways, this memoir is exactly what it needs to be: a testament to strength and endurance from a woman who was repeatedly failed by absolutely everyone in her life but still manages to offer so much love, faith, and compassion to the world.
 
i’m just happy that after thirteen(!) years of living like a prisoner, she’s finally free and able to tell her story