A sad and shallow read
"I love reading celebrity memoirs that give an inside look into their public and personal lives. On only a handful of occasions, reading a celebrity has caused me to later view them in a different, almost negative, light (I'm looking at you Jeremy Renner and Patrick Stewart). Sadly, this is one of those instances. I hate that I didn't like this book, but it was poorly written with confusing jumps in time, a lot of her own poetry, personal ramblings and name dropping of people I've never heard of. I wanted to know more about her time on her popular TV shows and, most importantly, her experiences living with breast cancer and MS. Unfortunately, these experiences were glossed over with little to no exploration with most of the book being a deep dive into trauma. I felt for the little girl and teen who was all on her own, who was mistreated by her boyfriends and her own parents. Her constant denial about the toxic relationship with her mom being the most heartbreaking. But for me, Christina came off as entitled with a lack of accountability for her own actions and her blasé attitude about her consistent Hollywood success grated on me. I empathize with her health issues and feel for what she experienced growing up, but this book felt relentless in its negativity, complaining and was emotionally exhausting to read as she relays trauma after trauma. This review isn't based on her experiences - I could only imagine what it was like to BE her - but on the quality of the writing and lack of emotional exploration of those experiences. I'm in the vast minority with my views so if you're a fan of Christina, you may want to pick up this memoir."