Finished listening to “I’m Glad My Mom Died” today. I was so weirdly eager to read it once I heard about it. I was too old to watch any of the shows Jennette McCurdy was in, so I don’t have emotional attachment or investment in her acting like a lot of the people who are reading it probably do. I do have a long childhood history with nickelodeon shows and I’ve been following the background stuff that’s been going on there, so I knew *of* her. I just have this incredibly strong pull towards memoirs surrounding stuff like women escaping from cults or processing abusive parents. It almost feels like trying to find and connect to others? I appreciate how willing she is to just say the bullshit that is happening. I love stuff that isn’t the greeting card version of itself. I felt like I knew I would like this and her perspective on things as soon as I saw the title. I did, I was right! Everyone I told that I was excited about it gave me kind of a “yikes”, so it’s maybe something in me that is just glad to identify that same something in others that got so excited about it.

I’m glad for her, at any rate. Maybe it’s weird to say I ‘enjoyed’ it, but she put in enough dark humor that I think that was at least partly intended.