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A review by booksforv
Everything I Know About Love by Dolly Alderton
2.0
I’ll start by saying that I didn’t know anything about the author before reading her memoir, so I had no frame of reference other than the hype surrounding it. Because of the hype, I feel like I should have liked it a lot more but, sadly, I didn’t.
This memoir is about the very self-indulgent and self-absorbed life of a privately educated, middle-class, white woman navigating her way around her teens and twenties with her friends, pretty much just partying, drinking and taking drugs whilst going on some questionable dates.
Her female friends play a big part in this memoir, one way or another, but I’m not fully convinced by the conclusion the author draws at the end.
There were some good bits that made me smile (we all loved MSN!) and one that made me cry. My favourite part is the chapter about Florence and my favourite person in the book is Farly. I enjoyed when they went on holiday in my native Sardinia. I didn’t enjoy the fictional emails and the recipes dotted around the book, as I don’t think they added anything to it.
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t terrible. Perhaps listening to it made me absorb it differently than I would have done by just reading it. Perhaps it didn’t fully resonate with me because I’ve never been a party girl and didn’t choose to be constantly surrounded by drugs and alcohol growing up. Perhaps it just wasn’t for me.
Sorry, Dolly! I’ll still read Ghosts.
This memoir is about the very self-indulgent and self-absorbed life of a privately educated, middle-class, white woman navigating her way around her teens and twenties with her friends, pretty much just partying, drinking and taking drugs whilst going on some questionable dates.
Her female friends play a big part in this memoir, one way or another, but I’m not fully convinced by the conclusion the author draws at the end.
There were some good bits that made me smile (we all loved MSN!) and one that made me cry. My favourite part is the chapter about Florence and my favourite person in the book is Farly. I enjoyed when they went on holiday in my native Sardinia. I didn’t enjoy the fictional emails and the recipes dotted around the book, as I don’t think they added anything to it.
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t terrible. Perhaps listening to it made me absorb it differently than I would have done by just reading it. Perhaps it didn’t fully resonate with me because I’ve never been a party girl and didn’t choose to be constantly surrounded by drugs and alcohol growing up. Perhaps it just wasn’t for me.
Sorry, Dolly! I’ll still read Ghosts.