I'd hoped this would be a better book. I wouldn't be surprised if she could write a better memoir later; there's a ripped-from-headlines rawness to this.

Often poorly written, always poorly edited. Kind of bummed that it starts out all about Thurston.

Also, the approach—a traditional narrative in prose-book format, with small uncaptioned black and white photos—doesn't seem to suit her skills. Might be better if the autobio parts embraced the "non traditional narrative flow" she claims to value, and if the song-by-song part was more scrapbook style.

Gordon's personality comes through, though (often as much through what she doesn't say as what she does; a lot of things seem to happen around her without her own agency), and the book definitely gives a sense of where she views herself relative to her work and other people. And there's plenty of good history and anecdotes given how short the book is.

Big thumbs down on the editing: lots of wandering pronouns, muddled timespans and geographies, seemingly contradictory statements, characters popping up out of nowhere, etc. And not in an artful way; more like a rough-draft way.