I love a good memoir, but I feel like this one dwells on certain things (namely her problematic relationship with her secretive parents, including her donor conception) and gives very little about the things most people are here for (her marriage, kids). 

➕There is a fair amount on acting, especially as she was trying to break into acting and her early roles. 

➖So. Much. About. Her. Parents. 
Very little about her romantic relationships. 

It does hit the trifecta of early sexual abuse, eating disorder, and abortion. But these all seem to be fly-by mentions, and it feels like she went to therapy and discovered that these all seem to originate from her parents (the sleepovers that created a situation where she was abused definitely seemed to be attributable to her parents). Add in the secretive parents, and Kerry has a treasure trove of parent issues to discuss. 

Hey, I like to blame my parents for my issues like the next person. But can we move on beyond that? 

This is decently written, but it is so frustratingly selective that it impeded my enjoyment.