I love autobiographies, because you can sense a little bit of bias in their stories, because they are alive and well and still got stuff to lose.
I loved to hear about childhood media events from Britney. I remembered everything she talked about somehow, even though I was 3, 4, going up during them. For some reason, she was a big part of my early entertainment memories.
I have a huge sense of sympathy for her, while reading and after, because she really was a prisoner in her family. I cannot imagine how difficult it was to basically be a robot repeating the same day for that long. I’m glad that she now has the freedom to do what she wants. I’ve always thought that it was weird that someone could legally control the money of an adult who isn’t spending money to hurt others? Odd. 

I loved this memoir. My main critique is actually also something I liked about it. It jumped around a bit in timeline and events and how they related to one another so it was a bit confusing at times, but on the other hand this speed the authors voice and felt more like a friend recollecting parts of their life.