The #1 nonfiction book on the New York Times Bestseller list for a couple of months is I’m Glad My Mom Died by Jeanette McCurdy. Ballsy title. Perfect for the Mommy Dearest Crowd, could alienate the Hallmark crowd. I hadn’t heard of the actress or the show she was on for years as a kid. I read it because I was genuinely curious why it was a #1 bestseller and because I like to stay current with the genre. Mama drama. Friends, I devoured it.I didn’t realize that the A story describes a lifelong struggle with bulimia, largely due to McCurdy’s stage mother who taught her how to keep her body from developing so she’d land more kids’ parts. It’s also a story about an over the top stage mother. Visceral, acerbic wit, honest, real. Finally, it’s about the struggle for self-acceptance. At 62, I’m not even close.
What’s your favorite memoir?
Published on October 18, 2022 18:58