An Embarrassment for the AuthorFrom the first page of the prologue, Mary Trump leaves no doubt that her words are filtered through her partisan and hateful lens. At least she is honest. For someone who claims to be a psychologist, she hasn’t figured out that people are multi dimensional with both good and bad traits. And yet I’m left with the impression that Mary wouldn’t have written this hate spewed book if she’d been financially awarded as she expected to be. She admits to making up conversations to fit her narrative, and gleaning a large portion of her “insider info” from outside debunked sources. I get it: Mary got screwed in grandpa’s Will. While that may have been unfair, maybe her grievances should have been kept private. After reading this book, I can only think that the Trump who really needs therapy is her.8