i haven't read many memoirs but among the ones i've picked up, this was the most honest. one of the few that bears humanity in itself. one of the few that admitted being human is most of the time ugly and exhausting and disgusting. and i loved jennette mccurdy for that. her experience with her mom hit home in ways i'm too sad to admit myself. writing this book must have been hard; must have included a lot of crying and breakdowns. because it's hard enough to rummage through the past with a trauma that you do not want to recollect over and over, much more reminiscing the memory of a person you deeply loved and idolized almost half of your life while she robs you of as much of it. i should say that this is her brave take in a lot of unspoken aspects of her life as a forced actress, a daughter, and a child. this is her reclamation of her name, her integrity. and i admire her; i respect her, deeply. i could hug this book if this was a person.

a bit of critique: i wish i had more glimpse of the process of how and when she gradually accepted the fact that her mom abused her before she finally came to acknowledge it. 

anws, looking forward to her debut novel! she has written her story so strategically with humor on this book and still managed to be HONEST about her feelings and experiences. i anticipate and am even curious about what would it be like for jennette to write a novel, and pursue the dream that her mom initially did not support. i am especially curious about her ideas and creativity that is more than acting as this, i claim to be, is her transition era where we finally see her as Jennette McCurdy, no more as Sam Puckett. i'm sure with a bestselling book as this, she is just starting, and she still has a lot more to show. (i hope especially in the literary world) ;')

ps. nickelodeon sucks.