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.