I’m Glad My Mom Died is the memoir of child-actor-turned-author Jennette McCurdy. It would be an understatement to say that this book is one of the hottest memoirs of 2022; and with good reason. Not only does McCurdy’s memoir tackle the curse of a brutal and unrelenting “Momager” on a child actor, but it also…
DUCKS is the memoir of Cape Breton cartoonist Kate Beaton that focuses on her time working in Alberta’s oil sands. Landing in 2005, with a brief one year reprieve in British Columbia, Kate spent two years working and living in both Fort McMurray proper and at several of the work camps with the goal of…
I’ve always been somewhat indifferent to Martin Short. Sure, he’s popped up in a few movies I’ve enjoyed (Three Amigos is a classic) as well as the absolutely hilarious SCTV, but it wasn’t until his new show, Only Murders In The Building, that I realized how much I enjoyed seeing him on screen. I was…
I have been a Leafs fan almost as long as I can remember. I’ve told this story before in a review, but it bears repeating. When I was 8 years old, I came home after spending the afternoon with my friend, who happened to be a Montreal Canadiens fan. I told my Mom and my…
Ice War Diplomat is the memoir from former Canadian diplomat and ambassador, Gary J. Smith, detailing his crucial role in the creation of the 1972 Summit Series between the USSR and Canada. 2022 marks the fiftieth anniversary of the Summit Series, an eight game series between the Russian Red Army team and a Canadian collection…
Everybody Loves Our Town is a look at the history of Seattle’s grunge music scene as told by the people who were a part of it. For the book, author Mark Yarm conducted over two hundred and fifty interviews across the complete spectrum of those involved so it is not just limited to musicians –…
Following years of mistreatment and abuse, the people of the Osage tribe would find themselves amongst the richest people in the world after vast oil reserves were discovered within their land. Unfortunately, money doesn’t always buy happiness and despite their incredible wealth, they could not buy an ounce of respect. But something much worse began…
The final chapter of Chuck Klosterman’s new collection of essays, The Nineties, is titled, “it was the end of the decade, it was the end of decades.” I suppose that’s true. Maybe it comes with getting older and being unplugged from the popular culture to a certain extent but the last twenty years feels muddled…
