I'm Glad My Mom Died Free PDF, Epub, Mobi By Jennette McCurdy Book
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15 Aug, 2024
I’m Glad My Mom Died Book Information
Book Name | I’m Glad My Mom Died |
Genre | Biography, Autobiography |
Author | Jennette McCurdy |
First published | August 9, 2022 |
Number of Pages | 320 |
Book Size | 04 MB |
Book PDF Quality | Best Scan Quality |
Book Type | PDF, Epub, Mobi |
Language | English |
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THE PRESENT IN FRONT OF me is wrapped in Christmas paper even though it’s
the end of June. We have so much paper left over from the holidays because
Grandpa got the dozen-roll set from Sam’s Club even though Mom told him a
million times that it wasn’t even that good of a deal.
I peel—don’t rip—o
the paper, because I know Mom likes to save a
wrapping paper scrap from every present, and if I rip instead of peel, the paper
won’t be as intact as she’d like it to be. Dustin says Mom’s a hoarder, but Mom
says she just likes to preserve the memories of things. So I peel.
I look up at everyone watching. Grandma’s there, with her poofy perm and
her button nose and her intensity, the same intensity that always comes out
when she’s watching someone open a present. She’s so invested in where gifts
come from, the price of them, whether they were on sale or not. She must know
these things.
Grandpa’s watching too, and snapping pictures while he does. I hate having
my picture taken, but Grandpa loves taking them. And there’s no stopping a
grandpa who loves something. Like how Mom tells him to stop eating his
heaping bowl of Tillamook Vanilla Bean Ice Cream every night before bed
because it won’t do any good for his already failing heart, but he won’t. He
won’t stop eating his Tillamook and he won’t stop snapping his pictures. I’d
almost be mad if I didn’t love him so much.
Dad’s there, half-asleep like always. Mom keeps nudging him and whispering
to him that she’s really not convinced his thyroid is normal, then Dad says “my
thyroid’s
ne” in an irritated way and goes back to being half-asleep
ve seconds
later. This is their usual dynamic. Either this or an all-out scream-
ght. I prefer
this.
Marcus, Dustin, and Scottie are there too. I love all of them for di
erent
reasons. Marcus is so responsible, so reliable. I guess this makes sense since he’s
basically an adult—he’s
fteen—but even so, he seems to have a sturdiness to
him that I haven’t seen in many other adults around me.
I love Dustin even though he seems a bit annoyed by me most of the time. I
love that he’s good at drawing and history and geography, three things I’m
terrible at. I try to compliment him a lot on the things he’s good at, but he calls
me a brownnoser. I’m not sure what that is exactly, but I can tell it’s an insult by
the way he says it. Even so, I’m pretty sure he secretly appreciates the
compliments.
I love Scottie because he’s nostalgic. I learned that word in the Vocabulary
Cartoons book Mom reads to us every day, because she homeschools us, and
now I try to use it at least once a day so I don’t forget it. It really does apply to
Scottie. “A sentimentality for the past.” That’s de