I'm Glad My Mom Died

I recommend it to every single person. The best book I ever read.

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS BOOK. This book is so well-rounded and well-thought-out and considered, where Jennette doesn't just depict her mom as this one-dimensional kind of villainous figure when she talks about the way that her mother behaved, but instead, also recognizes that her mum was troubled in her own way too and yeah like I said she's a complicated and nuanced person. The writing style is great it is so concise and to the point but also very very readable, and it feels very self-aware. She's not on the defence here, trying to paint herself out to be a saint, it's not like a hero and villain story. She also acknowledges when she makes mistakes and when things that have impacted her and her life caused her to act in a certain way. One thing I loved was the discussion of friendships, especially adult friendships, and how often those friendships are contextual. So they'll be like someone that you worked with or someone that you had an opportunity with someone that you were dating at a certain time in your life and she talks about how people do kind of move in and out of your life and how sometimes friendships do fluctuate or oscillate which I thought was fascinating to read. I'm glad I read this book because it's so brilliant and insightful, and I think everyone will rlly enjoy it and you don't need to have followed Jennette McCurdy's career or to know that much about her in order to appreciate this book and take a lot from it.

Je suis satisfait de cet achat. Le produit correspond parfaitement à ce qui était annoncé et la qualité est au rendez-vous. L’utilisation est intuitive et le résultat est conforme à ce que j’espérais. Pour le prix, c’est vraiment un bon compromis. Après plusieurs utilisations, je n’ai rencontré aucun problème particulier. Globalement, un bon produit que je peux recommander sans hésiter.

incredible book

Was soll ich sagen, ich denke das war tatsächlich das interessanteste Buch, was ich je gelesen habe. Man bekommt so viel emotionale Tiefe aus den Abgründen der Showbühne vorgezeigt und erfährt schockierendste Zustände. Ganz nebenbei zeigt aber McCurdy auch noch was für eine handwerklich gute Autorin sie ist. Das Buch ist trotz der unglaublich harten und ernsten Thematik auch an manchen stellen mal lustig und mit einer Würze geschrieben, dass die Stimmung ab und an mal aufgelockert wird, bevor es dann wieder an die harte Kost geht. Regt sehr zum Nachdenken an, wirklich absolut empfehlenswert.

The title of this book didn't just catch my eye. It grabbed me from behind like a stage hook. My immediate reaction, when stumbling upon it on Amazon, was to promptly close my laptop and try to forget I'd ever laid eyes on it. My own mother had died a few years earlier, and just the thought of being seen holding this book, with its raw, audacious title, prompted a cold sweat. I'd confessed to too many people over the years my feelings for my mother, always in a vain attempt to sort fact from fiction and shed light on the ambivalence that had hung heavy in the air between us for as long as I could remember. I mean, feelings like that aren't natural, right? Not the feelings of a good girl grown up. Not feelings about Mom. Well, never underestimate the power of a great book title. This one pulled me in, despite my initial reluctance, and wouldn't let me go. It may never. I'd be grateful if it didn't. This book is that good, that meaningful, and that important. Don't be fooled by the book jacket. This memoir by former Nickelodeon star Jennette McCurdy is no comedy, although you may find yourself chuckling in places. It's a very sober account of the young life of a woman who has struggled with the realities and ramifications of early fame in Hollywood, the misguided values and unreasonable expectations and pressures of a narcissistic, though well-intentioned, stage mom, the terror of loss, the aching, gaping blackhole of grief, the quicksand suction of addiction, and the steel-grip hold of compulsions, especially bulimia. It's the story of hitting rock bottom, seeking help, relapsing, and seeking help again ultimately to be able to look clear-eyed at the why of every puzzling piece of a life picture. To see it is to begin to makes sense of it, and making sense is the only way to overcome. It's a hero's journey, and McCurdy not only embarked on her own valiantly, but has presented it to us in the gift of one terrific memoir. What makes this book stand out from the mile-high pile of narratives on dysfunctional parenting? For me, it's the sheer bravery in McCurdy's brutal candor. It takes guts to vent to the world unapologetically about the woman who birthed and raised you, especially a mother, like McCurdy's, who had to endure her own personal trauma. In cases like these, even the most callous can elicit a rabid defense of damaging, wayward mom, the kind of feedback that only fuels the victim's pain. Self-doubt sets in and then guilt and shame, all triggers of compulsions, addictions and chronic, paralytic despair. It happens time and time again. Why? Because no one experienced your parent quite like you did, not even your siblings. And it's just plain unnatural to be that angry at the woman who birthed, raised and even loved you... right? (Oh, that BLASTED self-doubt!) McCurdy's memoir shines bright with insight. But its greatest gift is in the author's full-throttled admission of and entitlement to her anger. In the end, she doesn't doubt her experiences or blame herself, like most of us who've fallen victim to eating disorders. And because McCurdy owns her feelings with such a refreshing, unflinching and bright-eyed conviction, she inspires us to do the same. No guilt or shame necessary. Just a true understanding of one's own experiences and feelings -- the ownership of one's own personal truth -- and that sweet burst of self-acceptance that comes along with it. How freeing is that? Let me tell you, it's a damned good start on the road to recovery and forgiveness.