My favourite kind of girl is the kind that isn't afraid to be real. I mean, perfection is highly overrated in my opinion. Unattainable goals and boring-ass cardboard personalities are just so monotonous. I can't relate to perfection, but I can relate to girls like Samantha Irby - girls who aren't afraid to put themselves out there for a laugh. And Samantha Irby CAPS-INTENTIONAL GOES THERE. I am intimately familiar with her body, mind and soul even though We Are Never Meeting in Real Life (see what I did there?).
She's got one the most self-deprecating personalities I've ever read about, which is the exact opposite of a deterrent because she says everything with such exaggerated humour, we're definitely laughing with her. Whether she's telling us about her overactive digestive system due to Crohn's, letting us in on the way men fuck her over (literally and figuratively), or giving us diet tips and bland stomach-friendly recipes, she definitely knows how to laugh at the obstacles in her life.
Strange/disrespectful/cocky men are one of the most prominent obstacles she's had to deal with, as well as some major medical setbacks but, on top of it all, she also had a pretty rough childhood, with both of her parents dying early on in her life. This forced her to figure a lot of things out on her own and the results (including the thumbsucking and blankies) are pretty funny. It's always people who have to deal with the most rough situations but who have perfected the art of laughing at the ridiculous humiliation that is Life that are the funniest.
Samantha Irby is the kind of girl you want in your corner. She's the kind of girl you want to get drunk with. She the kind of girl whose house you want to hang out at (because it literally sounds like it smells delicious and is full of cashmere and comfort foods). She'd keep you laughing from morning till night - or until one of you shits yourself which, if you read this book, you just know is unfortunately bound to happen sooner or later.
Judge the cover: 5/5
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