In an interview, McCurdy once said that the book is not meant for those who don't get the title. For many people, they can't even fathom the comfort that death can bring. And I'm happy that's the case. It means they haven't suffered at the hands of a "loved" one in the way McCurdy or some of us have. For at least myself, it's not joy but a sense of relief that this incrediblely stressful, haunting part of my life has finally come to close. There is a place of rest one can find from the closing of a chapter with such a definitive end such as death.

And in that place of rest, McCurdy was able to tell the story of her life and relationship with her mom in such a way that I truly saw each step like a portal to the past. How she felt in those moments. The cracking trust. The confusion. The desire to understand, to forgive, to want the everything to turn out okay. 

And if you don't relate this, that's okay. This book might not be for you. But, my goodness does it make some of us feel seen.