Occasionally, I read a book that I'm not wild about or that I don't quite "get", and then I find myself writing negative reviews and feeling a bit overcritical - like I think I would do SO MUCH BETTER at writing a book. This is compounded when I start worrying about how the author would feel if he or she read my review, and when the author has expressed some level of fragility already, I don't really know what to do.
You, my dear and lucky readers, are about to see this sort of discomfort first-hand, as I really did not love Here's the Story: Surviving Marcia Brady and Finding My True Voice.
As the title basically tells us, Here's the Story is the autobiography of Maureen McCormick. Or is it a memoir? What's the difference between an autobiography and a memoir, anyway? Hrm. Once again, I am displaying my profound intelligence in a review.
Further evidence of my genius is the fact that I grew up a big fan of the Brady Bunch. I've seen every episode. When I was in law school, I stayed up until the wee hours of the night for a full week just so I could watch the Brady Bunch marathon on USA or TNT or one of those other entirely awesome channels. Whether this is evidence of some serious fanhood or evidence of the fact that I probably should have noticed that I didn't really want to be in law school, I do not know. However, it does show my dedication to all things Brady.
With such intense Brady love, it pretty much breaks my heart to tell you that I didn't enjoy this book. It wasn't horrendous, but it wasn't a page-turner, either. I even found myself referring to it as That Damn Marcia Brady Book. Without revealing any secrets that you don't already know, I will sum up the book for you:
Maureen McCormick had a weird family (then again, who doesn't?). She found out a family secret while she was Marcia Brady, and she was scared and freaked out and nobody really helped her work through it. She was a bit obsessed with her weight. She was a bit obsessed with what people thought of her. She got hooked on cocaine. She loved loved loved cocaine. She went to parties. Famous people were there. She thought the famous people were groovy. She did more cocaine. She screwed up some acting gigs because she loved cocaine more than acting. Then she found God. Then she found her husband. She had a baby. More weird family shit went down. She got fat (gasp! She once weighed OVER ONE HUNDRED FIFTY POUNDS! As someone who would love to weigh 150 again, F you, Maureen.) Her mother died. She went on Celebrity Fit Club. She decided to write a book. She still worries a lot about what people think of her. She has been through a lot. It is hard being Maureen McCormick. It is hard overcoming a cocaine addiction. It is hard being Marcia Brady. Did she mention how hard it is to overcome a cocaine addiction? And did she mention that Sammy Davis Junior was at a party that she went to once? Families can be cruel. The End.
And now, I will resume feeling guilty for writing mean things about a book written by someone who really cares what people think of her. To counterbalance this guilt, I will say the things I liked about the book:
1. I appreciate people who write honestly about their struggles.
2. I especially appreciate people who write candidly about their mental health issues - particularly depression - because I think that increased openness about depression will help to remove some of the stigma surrounding it.
3. I still love all things Brady.
4. I like hearing about people overcoming their problems. What's not to love about the story of someone who hits rock bottom, climbs back up, and ends up feeling pretty happy?
5. Dude. She's Marcia Brady.