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A review by beanie_bob
Everything I Know about Love: A Memoir by Dolly Alderton
emotional
funny
hopeful
reflective
medium-paced
4.25
I’m thoroughly impressed with how organically the narrative grew with Dolly as she took us through her journey of teenager to twenty-something to thirty. It feels like we spend so long in the drunken, risky, exciting, enviable, sad era of her twenties but before I knew it she was growing up.
Sometimes when I hear myself talk I think ‘wow, I sound so much older than I feel’. I feel 15 all the time. I feel unreal and babyish and shrunk down. And then I’ll have something to say about relationships or expectations or communication, and I’ll be a little bewildered that I have anything ‘grown up’ to say at all.
Last year I must have picked up on the ripple effect of this book; girls online everywhere were talking about girlhood, about the vitality and richness of their female friendships. This book had been making the rounds. I cannot argue with Dolly; the greatest love I’ve ever had has been with my friends.
I can understand how someone could get tired of this book and DNF around 25%. It’s all very white, middle-class, and British. I don’t know how well her party girl bit would have been received otherwise. But I think there is an audience for this.
I’m reminded a lot of Fleabag, but less sad. And Bridget Jone’s Diary. Give this a go if you like either of those.
Sometimes when I hear myself talk I think ‘wow, I sound so much older than I feel’. I feel 15 all the time. I feel unreal and babyish and shrunk down. And then I’ll have something to say about relationships or expectations or communication, and I’ll be a little bewildered that I have anything ‘grown up’ to say at all.
Last year I must have picked up on the ripple effect of this book; girls online everywhere were talking about girlhood, about the vitality and richness of their female friendships. This book had been making the rounds. I cannot argue with Dolly; the greatest love I’ve ever had has been with my friends.
I can understand how someone could get tired of this book and DNF around 25%. It’s all very white, middle-class, and British. I don’t know how well her party girl bit would have been received otherwise. But I think there is an audience for this.
I’m reminded a lot of Fleabag, but less sad. And Bridget Jone’s Diary. Give this a go if you like either of those.
Content Warnings
Moderate: Alcoholism, Death, Eating disorder, and Cancer
Minor: Drug use