Kinda hard to describe. All in all, this is a great memoir ; one that smells of truth, and that tastes of horror. Abuse, narcissistic mother ? Yeah, I recognized it all. Very interesting, very comforting in that I did not misdiagnosed my own mother. I believe wholeheartedly that this is all the truth, even more, that it's way worse than it was painted.
My issue is with the writing. Too ''journalistic'' for me. I'm a lover of memoirs that feels like classical fiction books, and this one doesn't so much. It's kind of weird as well, the way it goes from past to present. I understand it, doesn't mean I'm more of a fan.
Although it remains great writing, nice, forgotten words, and generally beautiful sentences. This memoir deserves all the love it can get ; it's just I, personally, who didn't find it to my taste. Not a critic of the book itself ! Please, do read it.