I caved to the hype surrounding I’m Glad my Mom Died, even though it felt so odd reading a book with this particular title during this particular time in my life. It’s as horrifying and captivating as everyone says it is - alllll the trigger warnings.
I listened to the audiobook, and she did a decent job narrating, but was a touch wooden. Perhaps she was trying to distance herself from the emotions that the book probably wrought while she was reading? I have never seen her acting, though I know my daughter watched those Disney shows back in the day. But, it’s absolutely not a prerequisite to find the details of her Hollywood story riveting.
I’m not sure if it’s a shining example of lyrical or poignant writing in the way that other fraught mother/daughter memoirs I’ve read are (Crying in H Mart is a beautiful book). Though this is waaaaay beyond fraught and squarely in abusive territory. McCurdy has told an important story that she absolutely needed to tell, needed to have heard, and has me rooting for her.💯