My rating: 4 of 5 stars
It was sad. So sad. I really enjoyed reading about Amy’s life from her father’s perspective. The biggest problem is also this viewpoint’s biggest strength in that it’s written by her father. You get all the intimate details only a father would know and a glimpse into what was a very special relationship for Amy, but you also see Amy through the rose-tined glasses of her father. The major flaw in this book was addressed over and over again with a sense of self-awareness that I felt made it more believable.
The real tragedy is that we all know how this ends. No spoiler alerts needed here. Reading about Amy’s recovery and all the improvements she made in her life weren’t uplifting. Not at all because I knew how this book would end. The entire book read with a pall over it. When is it going to happen? I got WAY too emotionally invested in this book and looked up the paparazzi pictures and videos of performances that were referenced. It’s one thing to read about someone’s deadly addiction, but it’s another thing entirely to see it. It was crushing and sad, but also gave me an impression of Amy that I didn’t expect. I was not a huge fan before I read this, but I am now.