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The beginning of this book felt like it was written for the single, sex crazed, wanderlusting, cliche, POS, college grad I'm about to turn into. Kristin was charming and interesting and I connected to her anxious, winded way of writing. She was trying to get everything in and although it took a couple re-reading of sentences, I enjoyed it. The second half of the book was just sad. It turned into a hybrid study abroad recap meets mommy and me blog. She transformed into an older woman looking for meaningful and mature relationships through broken old habits. Her hilarious pursuit of fun became so pointed and strained that it lost its appeal. Of course she has the happy, coupled up ending. The ending that no single person really wants to fucking read about. I think already married women will love this book all the way through. They'll connect with the transformation in a way that my "forever alone" mentality really can't right now.
Definitely read the chapter on Russia though because that shit is hilarious.
Definitely read the chapter on Russia though because that shit is hilarious.
adventurous
funny
slow-paced
adventurous
emotional
funny
inspiring
lighthearted
reflective
medium-paced
adventurous
funny
lighthearted
medium-paced
Absolutely horrible book. Stopped halfway through because I couldn’t take anymore.
adventurous
funny
fast-paced
adventurous
funny
reflective
medium-paced
I really wanted to like this book, and for the first 40% of it, I did. I overlooked the frequent fatphobic comments and off-color sentiments about places that are much different than Newman’s home of Los Angeles. Some of the ways she describes people and places felt tone deaf and ignorant, despite being an extensive traveller.
I was hoping this would have been a celebration of womanhood and finding fulfillment in any lifestyle you choose, but it never reaches that level of nuance.
Newman never really addresses her privilege as a white, wealthy, straight, skinny, blonde American who has copious amounts of time off of work.
The whole thing missed the mark for me and felt like the tales of an immature, privileged Westerner who ended up becoming the very thing she so despised.
I was hoping this would have been a celebration of womanhood and finding fulfillment in any lifestyle you choose, but it never reaches that level of nuance.
Newman never really addresses her privilege as a white, wealthy, straight, skinny, blonde American who has copious amounts of time off of work.
The whole thing missed the mark for me and felt like the tales of an immature, privileged Westerner who ended up becoming the very thing she so despised.
Well written, but I was dragging toward the end and even though I fell asleep listening, wasn’t motivated to go back and re/listen to what I missed.