Ok, I know…the title of this review is a little on the nose, but it’s so true. I’ve truly never read anything quite like it.
I should back up and say that I’m not a massive autobiography fan – especially not celebrity autobiographies. It takes a lot for me to want to go on what I assume will be a ride through nostalgia-town with stops at the name-drop cafe and the humble-brag motel – it’s just not my cup of tea.
But Sinead O’Connor is hardly a celebrity. As she so heart-wrenchingly recounts in her book, Rememberings, Sinead spent more time on the outs, a pariah in her industry, the subject of ridicule and scorn than she did being celebrated.