Book No. 35 of 2020
I’m not familiar with Samantha Irby’s previous writing, but this was very hyped on twitter and had an obscenely long waitlist at the library, so I had to check it out. It’s an enjoyable book of relatable (and some not-so-relatable) personal essays that touch, hilariously, on a whole spectrum of issues from unlearning habits wrought by childhood poverty to pitching a body-positive TV episode to a Hollywood writers’ room.
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The baffled-by-functional-adulthood humor reminded me of David Sedaris’ whole oeuvre.
Also similar vibes to Jenny Lawson’s Let’s Pretend This Never Happened.