I get the premise and intention of this book, where her parents are paying homage to Amy on what would have been her 40th birthday by looking back at her childhood and youth through diary entries, drawings, doodles, chicken scratches, letters, rough sketches of lyrics, etc. They're indeed very endearing, funny, cute, sweet, and heartwarming as they reveal just how brilliant, creative, and complex Amy was even as a girl and teen. But something about this book feels intrusive. We would never know if Amy ever wanted to have any of this published, as chances are, that most likely was never the intention for what are clearly very personal diary-like entries being aired out for the whole world to see without her consent/permission. And since we don't know the context of most of these writings, especially ones that involve her love life, crushes, and romantic interests, it just feels weird, especially since her parents are behind this book, and yes, they do admit here and there that "it's best that as parents we don't know what she's talking about here" but that's the thing, as loving as this book is, it just adds more to the weird and awkward factor to this publication, knowing that her parents went through all her most personal and innermost thoughts that she probably didn't want for her parents to see in the first place. It borders on being too much. Reading on her lyrics and inspiration behind her songs is one thing, but do we really need to see and know every thought, emotion, and memory that she wrote down when she was a child and teenager? Did everything that her parents ever found of her words, of the ones that are intact, easy to read, and not lost or destroyed, need to be published? It made me feel guilty, something about this book doesn't feel right sometimes. I'm glad that they gave homage to the Amy Winehouse foundation and shared with us some insight into their daughter, I just think they could have scaled back on some of these artifacts as a lot of it felt too personal and doesn't seem fair to Amy as she can't speak up for herself on whether or not she wanted any of this stuff to see the light of day. Just because everything in this book was written in her own words, doesn't necessarily make it okay to publish them. Going into this book, I didn't think there was going to be so much stuff from when she was a kid, I thought it was going to be more like interviews and such. So yeah, I'm torn about this book. It is a beautiful way to get a glimpse of the musical genius she was, but so much of it outside of her creative and musical output really didn't need to be shared and felt like more of an invasion of her privacy than anything else. This book also gives you a bittersweet feeling, as all that we have of Amy is just two albums and this clear, lively, and colorful compilation to remember her by, which deepens the great sadness of her loss after all these years. It's definitely worth reading, but just be warned, it does feel intrusive.