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3.83 AVERAGE
3.83 AVERAGE
When she's on, Samantha Irby is tears-streaming-down-your-face funny. Some of the essays in this book hit that mark, and some miss. I don't totally understand the way the essays are organized, but I LOVE the way she writes recipes.
funny
lighthearted
sad
emotional
funny
fast-paced
Messaging: 5/5
Character development: N/A
Plot: N/A
Interest: 5/5
Writing style: 5/5
Comments: brilliant. brought up a rainbow of emotions
Character development: N/A
Plot: N/A
Interest: 5/5
Writing style: 5/5
Comments: brilliant. brought up a rainbow of emotions
funny
medium-paced
Often bridged too far into complaint territory for me, but damn if some of her passages about the relationship between sex and self-validation didn’t hit home for me. If you liked the writing style of tumblr blogs in 2014 you’ll like this.
emotional
funny
lighthearted
medium-paced
some good recipes in there!!
I laughed! I almost cried! I mostly laughed!
I love Samantha Irby and feel as though I just read a book by a close friend.
The amount of all caps, lists, and frantic rhetorical questions reads just like the inside of my brain and I feel like each essay was a different lunch date with someone I’ve known forever and maybe have a small crush on.
I love Samantha Irby and feel as though I just read a book by a close friend.
The amount of all caps, lists, and frantic rhetorical questions reads just like the inside of my brain and I feel like each essay was a different lunch date with someone I’ve known forever and maybe have a small crush on.
funny
lighthearted
medium-paced
challenging
emotional
funny
slow-paced
I read Samantha Irby's books out of order. That was a mistake (or the perfect choice).
Where "We are Never Meeting in Real Life" was hilarious, violently crude, full of rage (which is a complement), emotionally revealing, and intensely vulnerable, "Meaty" was just crude and pretty funny. I feel like I would have enjoyed Meaty more if I had not had the expectations that We are Never Meeting in Real Life gave me about her writing.
Or else the overwhelming sense of self-hatred disguised as self-knowledge combined with a sort of empty crudeness in Meaty would have turned me away forever. I am not sure which.
Where "We are Never Meeting in Real Life" was hilarious, violently crude, full of rage (which is a complement), emotionally revealing, and intensely vulnerable, "Meaty" was just crude and pretty funny. I feel like I would have enjoyed Meaty more if I had not had the expectations that We are Never Meeting in Real Life gave me about her writing.
Or else the overwhelming sense of self-hatred disguised as self-knowledge combined with a sort of empty crudeness in Meaty would have turned me away forever. I am not sure which.