20. The Way I see It: A Look Back on My Life on Little House by Melissa Anderson

I Had to read this since I’d read Melissa Gilbert’s Little House memoir last year. If I remember correctly, I didn’t like the Melissa Gilbert book. I didn’t like this one either. In fact, I liked this one even less. So this book is written by the actress who played Mary Ingalls on Little House on the Prairie.

1. It was boring.

2. The majority of the book was her recapping her favorite episodes. I mean, she literally goes through whole episodes. 

3. There was a severe lack of dish. Hi, this is a movie star memoir, the reader wants some dish, okay? I’m not saying to trash on someone, but when your book is all nice and vague? It’s not interesting.

4. She’s not a very good writer. I wouldn’t expect her to be an awesome writer, but I would have expected someone to work with her on this and maybe clean up some of the tangent-y spots.

5. The book seems too nice and glossed over.

6. There is no number six.

7. At least it was short.

8. The title is The Way I See It, this makes no sense. Is this a play on how her character goes blind? There are a couple of Little House memoirs out now, so is this her saying that this is her version of what went down? Because if it is she shouldn’t have bothered. It’s bland. And what gets me is that she probably had some really great things to say. She could have had a chapter on what it’s like being a child star instead of just mentioning it offhand like she does.

I appreciate that she doesn’t want to come off all braggy and bitchy, i do. But it’s taken in such exrememe blandness that it makes for a pointless read. If I wanted to watch Little House I would turn the channel to TV Land. I don’t want to read full recaps of episodes (with full quotations).

What is it with all of these milk toast bios and memoirs lately?

This book was so disappointing that I had to break out the Cansecos again.

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