Honestly I didn’t know Naya Rivera wrote a memoir, and I’m not sure I would have picked it up if I did. But the news of her death compelled me to learn more about her life. I read this in two sittings. It’s witty and fun and honest to the core. She spends less than half the book talking about Glee, which really frames how she approached acting as a job, first and foremost, and only a part of her story. It reads a little like a story in Seventeen Magazine, which I think is the point, but with some time and wisdom and a smart non-linear chronology mixed in. I’m not afraid to say I thoroughly enjoyed it.