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Okay so...I am not the target audience for this book and therefore possibly I have no business leaving a bad review. I am not a fan of Lena Dunham nor am I one of her hater/detractors. In fact, I don't know really who Lena Dunham is except to say she's gossiped about a whole bunch and is on the internet for pissing people off quite a bit. And she's on a whole lotta magazine covers. I'm not familiar with her tv show, hell I don't really know who this lady is aside from the random buzz I've read about people (who mostly seem to really dislike her) going on about online.
Having slogged grimly through this book, I feel like I know Lena Dunham now as much as I did before hand. For an autobiography, it seemed like I was expected to know not just the basic details of who she is and where she came from but most of the inside jokes in Lena's life as well. Like I said, the fact I'm neither a fan nor hater means I'm not on the in crowd for the book. She's one of those people who doesn't have friends inasmuch as she collects amusing characters that can be distilled down to an amusing, quirky description in blurb form. I'm reminded of the manic pixie dream girl trope in just a different permutation.
She's a twentysomething who is very, very impressed with herself and thinks you should be, too. And if you have reason to love or hate the author, possibly you'd enjoy(or hate?) the book more than I did. As it was, I found it about as interesting as a toddler's sticky finger painting.
Having slogged grimly through this book, I feel like I know Lena Dunham now as much as I did before hand. For an autobiography, it seemed like I was expected to know not just the basic details of who she is and where she came from but most of the inside jokes in Lena's life as well. Like I said, the fact I'm neither a fan nor hater means I'm not on the in crowd for the book. She's one of those people who doesn't have friends inasmuch as she collects amusing characters that can be distilled down to an amusing, quirky description in blurb form. I'm reminded of the manic pixie dream girl trope in just a different permutation.
She's a twentysomething who is very, very impressed with herself and thinks you should be, too. And if you have reason to love or hate the author, possibly you'd enjoy(or hate?) the book more than I did. As it was, I found it about as interesting as a toddler's sticky finger painting.