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This book immediately drew me in. I couldn't stop reading... Until I could. There was a lull in the middle section of this book which I eventually dragged myself (slugishly might I add) through. The main character, Grace, is an abhorrent narcissitic bigot who occasionally throws out something incredibly witty which genuinely made me laugh. However, throughout the book, her awful nature gets progressively worse but, I suppose that's part of the story right?... Right? The ending felt like a cop-out. Similar to an "and she woke up, it had all been just a dream" ending. Initially I enjoyed the introduction of a new character that had been following along with her sadistic, murderous escapades, and even when he joined in her spree himself, I even enjoyed the revelation of him being her brother. That being said, once I'd had a minute to digest the book upon completion I realised I felt slightly scammed. The last section felt incredibly rushed. What I will say for this book is this: When the inevitable happens and Netflix picks this up to make a series out of, they will find a way to make it a nail-biting, enjoyable watch for all. The book is left open for a sequel and I will admit, I'll probably read it to answer the questions I still have lingering but, I absolutely will not be buying the book. I'll wait until one of my friends or family gets it and I'll ask to borrow their copy.

I'm glad my mom died is a heartbreaking story of Jeannette McCurdy's rise to fame, inclusive of all the nitty-gritty details of her awkward teenage years, dalliances with older men (who are somehow just as, if not more immature than she was) and systematic emotional, mental and even physical abuse at the hands of her mother. Jeanette dives into her past, ending with an acceptance that her mother was not the saint-like figure she'd believed her to be for her entire life. This book left me in complete shock. The combination of anecdotes of a mother encouraging her pre-teen daughter to develop an eating disorder, performing breast and vaginal exams on her whilst showering her late into her teen years, eventually letting off when Jeanette was 17 years old, her awkard relationship with the man she believed to be her biological father for her entire life, her abuse from the creator of her Nickolodean shows and her uncomfortable relationships throughout her years. This book is a witty, comedic tragedy that left me feeling uncomfortable and deeply sorry that Jeanette had to go through any of it.