This is not a traditional autobiography. Jill Halfpenny’s book reads like two separate pieces of writing: the first third gallops along at such a pace, that it feels like you are reading a celebrity magazine profile; “I was born in….then this happened in my life, then this happened, then this happened and then this happened….” and so on. At the point of reading about the year 2017, I was not even a third of the way through the book. All family and friends, barring Jill’s mum, take a back seat.
A wretched tragedy in Jill’s early life is referred to regularly throughout this first part, but - although she mentions the childhood confusion and later excessive drinking that she resorted to in order to mask that pain - there is strangely no depth of feeling in the writing. I felt removed from the subject and I wondered where the later chapters were going to go.
The horrendous loss of a second loved one in Jill’s life kickstarts the middle and later chapters of the autobiography. It is here that Jill informs the reader that she realised she had to ‘grieve properly’ this time, and she goes on to describe, in great detail, this wretched grief and the subsequent counselling she underwent to come to terms with this loss. These chapters are heartbreaking, and it is in these pages that the book feels like the autobiography that it is supposed to be; and as I progressed thorough the book, I surmised that perhaps it is because Jill was reflecting her own numb feelings in those early chapters that I felt so little when reading them.
There are also some great suggestions about coping with grief, and I found myself making mental notes. Jill mentions she considered retraining as a grief counsellor, and on this evidence, she would make a good one.
For my personal preference, much of the writing is too sketchy - I would have liked to have read more life detail in the first third, but by the end of this book it has evolved into a fascinating study on the pain of loss and how this likeable actress has come to terms with her grief, and that in itself sets it apart from the slew of regular autobiographies on the shelves.