I was hopeful when I first started this book, as someone who also experienced a complicated relationship with my mother who has now passed. However, the more I got into this story, the more I realized just how much McCurdy lacks self-awareness. She vilifies her mother by sharing only the darkest moments of their relationship, however fails to realize that she is only mirroring those actions with her own relationships. She repeatedly belittles the pain and experiences of others, which is shocking in an industry infamous for its manipulation of child stars, directly mimicking the narcissistic actions of her mother. This combined with her uninterested, monotone narration made her come off as arrogant and un-relatable.

I think that this book was important in her healing journey, but I think that she wasn't ready to share that just yet. I hope she continues to heal and find peace in this world.