A review by vyvooz
I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy

5.0

Jennette is one hell of a writer and story-teller. I could not get my eyes of the pages cover to cover. The life of a child actor — what a coveted story to read about.

This story made me think of stars like Justin Bieber, Taylor Swift and Billie Eillish who got their break when they were too young. JB has been so vocal about how it ruined his life. But Jennette’s story was even worse. She was exploited from a much younger age, doing something she didn’t even want to begin with.

I was baffed by everything that I read. Mom’s bipolar, hysterical behavior juxtaposing young Jennette’s mature, thoughtful manner. Seeing Jennette being forced into acting, out of writing, into a million side skills to support her acting, into anorexia, binge eating, and bulimia, opened my eyes. I could understand how one can develop mental illness and an ED so clearly through Jennette’s narration. Picking up this book, I was ready to be crying to a sad story about losing one’s mother, but instead I read the book through with a heavy heart, feeling so much for Jennette. She went through so much. And we knew so little.

I looked up the tabloid article of her and Joe in Hawaii and it’s real, absolutely real. Disgustingly invasive. I can see how that was so destructive to an 18-year-old’s self image. What do you do when your self-image is also the public’s image of you?

The book offered me so much insight into the evils of the entertainment industry and how fame is a curse in a blessing. It’s already hard to deal with fame when you choose it, but what if you didn’t, like Jennette?

It takes courage to write a book with so much transparency and vulnerability. She laid herself bare for all of us and I’m so thankful. Jennette, you’re an absolute warrior of a woman and I’m so glad you decided to share this with us.