My brother-in-law offered to lend me Mary Trump's book, I wouldn't have bought it for myself. As expected it's full of catty little stories about Donald being a spoiled brat growing up, his mother didn't love him, his father encouraged his bullying, Donny hid his brother's Tonka trucks making him cry. Yeah.
She writes with a huge grain of bitterness, never missing an opportunity to take swipes at her uncle, even when the facts contradict her narrative. "Fair and balanced" it ain't. Yeah.
The trials and tribulations of a dysfunctional rich family. Chauffeurs and weekends in the Bahamas don't make up for the lack of love and empathy. Mary was "regifted" an expensive designer handbag, but it had a used Kleenex inside. Boo-hoo. Yeah.
The book is not helped by the family's lack of imagination in naming. Mary Trump's grandmother (Donald's mother) is named Mary Trump, her father and grandfather and brother are all named Fred Trump, her sister and aunt are both Elizabeth Trump, Maryanne's husband (whose real name is Mary Anne) and son are both Davids. Donald named his son Donald. Sometimes it gets hard to follow.
It's only a couple hundred pages and it's easy reading.
Donald is doing a lot more damage to himself than this book will.