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4.26 AVERAGE
4.26 AVERAGE
I was so excited to hear that Allie Brosh was coming out with a new book. Her last book and comic series, Hyperbole and a Half, meant the world to me. She understands what so many of us are going through. I admire her honesty and hopefulness (especially things seems hopeless).
I was thrilled to see Allie wrote another book--I used to follow her blog way back in the day and was sad when she stopped updating it. Much as they used to, her stories made me laugh so loudly my neighbor probably heard and questioned my sanity, but they also touched a nerve that teenage me couldn't really have known much about until recent years. Absolutely worth a read.
I really loved this. It was weird, it was honest but mostly it was raw. As someone who’s had a lot of weird stuff happen in their life over the last few years it felt very refreshing to see someone be like “these are my emotions” and “maybe they’re not entirely worked through yet”.
I really resonated with a lot of her writing. I appreciate and am grateful for this book.
I really resonated with a lot of her writing. I appreciate and am grateful for this book.
Vulnerable, fantastical, relatable, and funny. Probably the best book I've read this year.
This was absolutely fantastic. It made me laugh until I cried (the poop mystery will live with me FOREVER), then cry for real, all within the span of a single reading session.
Brosh goes deep here, even deeper than she did in Hyperbole and a Half, and the book is all the better for it. She never hesitates to lay it all out there. The pains, the losses, the agony of loneliness, and the necessity to become your own friend. It’s all just so...true. And there’s very little veneer on it. It’s just raw and on the page and either painfully hilarious or just painful.
I can’t imagine being a longtime dedicated reader of Brosh’s work and having an agonizing wait for a new book (not to say that authors should bow to the whims of the readers and deliver books all the time — just that a ravenous audience will await new books with bated breath!). I count myself lucky that I’ve only just started reading her work and so there was no wait at all, but clearly, I think it was all worth it to get this incredibly honest yet hysterical book.
Brosh goes deep here, even deeper than she did in Hyperbole and a Half, and the book is all the better for it. She never hesitates to lay it all out there. The pains, the losses, the agony of loneliness, and the necessity to become your own friend. It’s all just so...true. And there’s very little veneer on it. It’s just raw and on the page and either painfully hilarious or just painful.
I can’t imagine being a longtime dedicated reader of Brosh’s work and having an agonizing wait for a new book (not to say that authors should bow to the whims of the readers and deliver books all the time — just that a ravenous audience will await new books with bated breath!). I count myself lucky that I’ve only just started reading her work and so there was no wait at all, but clearly, I think it was all worth it to get this incredibly honest yet hysterical book.
Hilarious and moving. I teared up and I laughed so hard I peed my pants.
I get why people like her stuff, but this was the MOST depressing book.
I laughed, I cried, I probably scared my neighbors.... This is a glorious and hilarious tribute to the human condition. Infinite stars!
Profound and hilarious, silly and wise - I loved this book.