Why do I avoid memoirs?
On a scale of 1-10 of what I like to read, they hit about a 1. I think that probably says something about my depth of introspection, and I'm ok with that. But as someone who unequivocally relishes being entertained --- the last 3 memoirs I've read, have been riveting. (this one, Educated, Group) Yet I only read them because of the hype.
Thank you, hype.
This is the one about the child actress Jennette McCurdy and how she followed her mother up a rocky trail toward Hollywood stardom with pit stops at family drama, manipulation, cancer battles and eating disorders. She followed, until her mother died (from the title, it's not a spoiler) and she eventually found her own path.
Super funny and jaw-dropping at the same time. I hated to put it down.
An excellent read.
(But you'll still never find me browsing in the memoir section)