Could not entertain me for long.

Absolutely hated it. Didn't finish it, and never will. I really don't get how this self deprecation can be appealing to anyone. All throughout the first 2 chapters I've managed to force myself through I kept thinking "why would you share that with anyone?".

I wanted to love this book. Girls is a series that, despite me not being a privileged white New Yorker,  I understand. Awkward sexual encounters? Check. Teetering on the edge of adulthood, marking my independence, making my way in the world then running back to mum when it all goes tits up? Check. The preceding happening so often my parents think they've got a six year old again? Double check. Girls feels so real; an existension of Tiny Furniture, which although technically brilliant and subtly introspective is too far removed from my general experiences to really settle in me. But Girls? Woah there. Girls took all the best parts of Tiny Furniture, all the neuroses and mistakes and agonising awkwardness, spread it out amonst a cast of flawed, irresponsible and imperfect characters and hit me straight in the groin with recognition. 
So I really wanted to love Not That Kind Of Girl. I was ready. But where Girls met with face on with a kind of honesty that floored me, Not That Kind of Girl felt nauseating. Dunham presents herself as whiney, self absorbed, and painfully oblivious to anything other than herself. Her essays reveal her to be both her biggest champion and her harshest critic and I hated them because where Girls allowed me to sugar coat my feelings of recognition with the characters because they were characters, NTKoG had no room for self denial. Lena Dunham, you are awful and so am I.

I like Lena Dunham and I like her writing, but I think I am just too old for most of her stuff.

very entertaining and easily relatable. 4 stars bc I felt like she just got tired of writing bc there wasn't really an ending point. just stopped.

Not for me. Did not finish it.

A diary of a young girl's misadventures with love, sex and life generally.

I just feel like I couldn't learn anything from Lena. The book was fine. Entertaining at times. I, thankfully, couldn't relate to Lena's dramatics, guy problems, or NYC artsy upbringing. Chick has def had some super weird crap happen to her. I'd probably right a memoir too.

What can I say about the essays that make up this book? Weird, vulgar, dirty but yet purely transparent.

I respect Dunham honesty. However, I cannot say that I enjoyed this book.
I do not connect with Dunham on any level. It seems throughout the book, she was trying too hard. As though, she was trying to shock the reader. I did not take away that she was so cool or even had any real adventure. I left the book feeling incredibly sad for her.

I really wanted to like this since Lena always talks about our gender gap issues but I just couldn't ...

3.5 stars

Lena has the courage to share her very real stories, stories that most women wouldn't even whisper to their best friend in the dark.