Wow, just wow. I have so many thoughts about this book, and all of them are good. McCurdy shows a vulnerability that, I know from personal experience, is extremely difficult to lay bare. She relates a lifetime of, often painful, memories in an absolutely beautiful fashion without sacrificing her wit and snarkyness.

I resonated extremely personally with the first part of the book. A scarily high number of the things McCurdy's mother did, my Mom did all throughout my childhood (and in some cases still does into my adulthood). Those sections with her mom brought back memories that I'd long forgotten of my own childhood, and part of me hated that. A stronger part of me rejoices in knowing that I am not alone. If Jennette McCurdy can candidly talk about the abuse her mother subjected her to and be universally celebrated, well fuck, I think I'll be ok.

I'm touched, heartbroken, happy, and hopeful all in one. Truly an amazing experience. Thank you, Jennette McCurdy. May you always be happy, relaxed, successful, and able to enjoy any miniature cheeseburger that comes your way.