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We Should Hang Out Sometime: Embarrassingly, a True Story
by Josh Sundquist
emotional
funny
hopeful
reflective
fast-paced
Overall, this book wasn't terrible - it was a quick and pretty entertaining read, often funny, and Sundquist has some good moments of self-reflection in the book. As another reviewer mentioned, he has this big realization that he's not been successful in relationships because he's insecure, but it really seems like it's more of an issue with communication - it takes him forever to express even the faintest hint of liking someone. Even as an adult, after he's facebook stalked one of his almost-exes and meets up with her, he still doesn't actually ask her what happened - which was the whole point.
Some of the book is just awkward cringey teenage stories that happened to all of us (well, except the parts with the prosthetic leg - that's less common), but some parts leaned toward disturbing. For example, at a college party, the author is dancing near a young woman he's casually acquainted with and after working himself up to it he puts his hands on her hips to dance with her (instead of asking if she wants this). She pushes his hands away, and he writes this: "I was so shocked that for a moment I dropped my mask of confidence; the hurt was written on my face. All that time I had wasted building up my nerve. That entire internal-monologue pep talk had been for nothing. In fact, worse than for nothing. It had led me to rejection, a violent, physical rejection." Dude. Years later when he's reflecting on this, he doesn't say "I can see how she might have been uncomfortable" or anything like that - he calls getting his hands pushed away a "violent, physical rejection." I know this was written pre-#MeToo, but come on. Have some awareness.
Some of the book is just awkward cringey teenage stories that happened to all of us (well, except the parts with the prosthetic leg - that's less common), but some parts leaned toward disturbing. For example, at a college party, the author is dancing near a young woman he's casually acquainted with and after working himself up to it he puts his hands on her hips to dance with her (instead of asking if she wants this). She pushes his hands away, and he writes this: "I was so shocked that for a moment I dropped my mask of confidence; the hurt was written on my face. All that time I had wasted building up my nerve. That entire internal-monologue pep talk had been for nothing. In fact, worse than for nothing. It had led me to rejection, a violent, physical rejection." Dude. Years later when he's reflecting on this, he doesn't say "I can see how she might have been uncomfortable" or anything like that - he calls getting his hands pushed away a "violent, physical rejection." I know this was written pre-#MeToo, but come on. Have some awareness.