"When my mother was dying," Sonnenberg admits here, "I didn't go [to her]. I ask every day, Is this right? Like love or grief the decision is stitched into me. It is me, and it beats at me with a 'Yes, but.'" This uncertainty lies at the heart of a brave account of growing up with a glamorous, charismatic, compulsively lying and drug-addicted mother. With an unflinching eye and a winning dispassion, Sonnenberg narrates her wildly unpredictable childhood, as well as her own reinvented journey down her mother's dangerous path. Scene after scene recounts life with a woman who could charm the pants off any man, and did—never mind that it was her daughter's high school boyfriend; a woman who could commit crime after crime against basic human decency (let alone motherhood) and still be able to win back her daughter's love.