Warning this review contains mentions of eating disorders and abuse

Jennette MCcurdy’s memoir is a heart wrenching tale of being a child star in America, her eating disorder, abuse at the hands of her mother and the freedom of self-expression that came with her mother’s death in the aptly titled book I’m Glad My Mom Died. 

The book reads as if it is still in its third draft; there is a disconnect between the author’s emotions to the reader and they in turn become a voyeur rather than a participant. The author does not have the vocabulary to convey herself in a coherent manner, and only the raw intent shines between the white spaces. This book is kept readable by its short chapters, usually only one to two pages long, so despite her lack of writing experience the pace is kept steady. 

If you’re a fan of strong prose, verbs and long chapters, this book is not for you, but if you find the author’s simplistic technique appealing then go right ahead and borrow this book from your local library.