I'm reading "I'm Glad My Mom Died" by Jennette McCurdy!

Fuck you.

It's a good memoir. Kind of disturbing in part but well worth the read. Her mom was a monster.

OP, if mine was alive I'd introduce you.

OMG! Her mother wiped her ass until she was almost 10!

Reading this now on Kindle. Her mom was certifiable.

Reluctantly read it a few years ago (someone strongly suggested I read it one summer), and I'm so glad I did. I loved the book - very well written, very emotional.

Very well written. As she got older, her mom would write her emails, cussing her out, calling her a slut, and closing with things like "I need a new refrigerator, so send money."

How did Jennette turn out so good, seemingly? I have no desire to read the book.

Tell us more about this book. I'm intrigued by the title.

The title is so hilarious, I’m surprised a gay man didn’t write it!

I read it for the gossip and came away impressed. She can really write AND she survived both that psychotic mother and the Nickelodeon machine system.

Hate this little, ungrateful bitch!

Oh I love her, r12.

unfortunately, this was a very good book

Highly recommend the audiobook.

I wouldn’t know.

Her mother literally sexually abused her! Forcing Jennette to take showers with her and constantly examining her private parts! I don’t blame Jennette for naming her memoir like she did. Encouraging anorexia, controlling her every move. Her mother was a first class psychopath cunt. Almost up there with Sybil’s mom.

This book was a highly entertaining, fairly well-written, salacious and sad and inspirational book. It should be required DL reading. It is Nickelodeon Babylon.

It is times like these that I miss the autobiography troll. He did the heavy lifting so we didn't have to, with his summations.

I’m happy to provide spoilers. HUGE SPOILERS: She leads with the mom stuff, which involves hoarding and sexual abuse and insane child performer treatment up to and including enforced eating disorder regime to forestall puberty. But she also had to deal with a coldcut addicted handsy Dan Schneider. First sexual encounter was rape but she plays it off. A boyfriend that had a psychotic break and thought he was Jesus. Alcoholism. Gory bulimia stories with teeth rattling around in an airplane bathroom sink. I’m forgetting stuff. Mother lied about father being her biological parent. You get the idea. She rides around in Miranda Cosgrove’s Porsche and they have sleepovers and watch Dance Moms knowingly.

She describes anorexia as a comparatively “regal” and controlled alternative to bulimia.

Sneak preview

Prologue

IT'S STRANGE HOW WE ALWAYS give big news to loved ones in a coma, as if a coma is just a thing that happens from a lack of something to be excited about in your life.

Mom is in the ICU at the hospital. The doctor told us she has forty-eight hours to live. Grandma, Grandpa, and Dad are out in the waiting room calling relatives and eating vending machine snacks. Grandma says Nutter Butters soothe her anxiety.

I'm standing around Mom's tiny, comatose body with my three older brothers-Marcus (the together one), Dustin (the smart one), and Scott (the sensitive one). I wipe the corners of her crusted-shut eyes with a rag and then it begins.

"Mom," Together leans over and whispers into Mom's ear, "I'm gonna move back to California soon."

We all perk up, excited to see if Mom might suddenly jolt awake. Nothing.

Then Smart steps forward. "Mama. Uh, Mama, Kate and I are getting married."

Again, we all perk up. Still nothing. Sensitive steps forward.

"Mommy..." I'm not listening to what Sensitive says to try and get Mom to wake up because I'm too busy working on my own wake-up material.

And now it's my turn. I wait until everyone else goes down to grab some food so that I can be alone with her. I pull the squeaky chair close to her bed and sit down. I smile. I'm about to bring the big guns. Forget weddings, forget moving home. I've got something more important to offer. Something I'm sure Mom cares about more than anything. "Mommy. I am... so skinny right now.

I'm finally down to eighty-nine pounds." I'm in the ICU with my dying mother and the thing that I'm sure will get her to wake up is the fact that in the days since Mom's been hospitalized, my fear and sadness have morphed into the perfect anorexia-motivation cocktail and, finally, I have achieved Mom's current goal weight for me. Eighty-nine pounds. I'm so sure this fact will work that I lean all the way back in my chair and pompously cross my legs. I wait for her to come to. And wait.

And wait.

But she never does. She never comes to.

I can't make sense of it. If my weight isn't enough to get Mom to wake up, then nothing will be. And if nothing can wake her up, then that means she's really going to die. And if she's really going to die, what am I supposed to do with myself? My life purpose has always been to make Mom happy, to be who she wants me to be. So without Mom, who am I supposed to be

[quote] Her mother was a first class psychopath cunt. Almost up there with Sybil’s mom.

Ahem. Aren't you forgetting someone?

Mrs. Ramsey would like a word.

Who and her mother?

I’m on the waitlist at my library for an e-copy. It’s been a long list, it must be heavily requested.

She sold 3 million copies…..

Here's some highlights from Buzzfeed. I tried to read the book but couldn't since my abusive mom had died. It just brought up too much shit.

I feel exhausted after reading that list, r28. I don't think I'll read the book.

r29 = Ariana Grande