Winslow St. Pierre

I was shocked by how courageous her choice to narrate the book herself proved. It’s as intimate an experience as a person can have with an author. It feels like Jennette has really reclaimed her identity as a performer through telling this story. It’s *is* an account of abuse and neglect, but it’s also a story about her relationship with us, her audience. When she closed the door on acting, she expressed not only an unwillingness to participate in her mother’s lingering expectations, but an inability to trust an audience that was weaponized against her. I’m not sure if the book provides any closure on her feelings towards her mother short the eponymous insight, which is genuinely refreshing in an age where the traumas and curveballs are constant, and the process of healing is on-going. The only concrete resolution we’re left with is that the book was worth writing, and in turn worth reading. It was a real privilege to be included in Jennette’s story, and to be invited in to her refurbished heart. Nothing but love for this book