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Don't Worry, It Gets Worse: One Twentysomething's (Mostly Failed) Attempts at Adulthood
Alida Nugent graduated college with a degree in one hand and a drink in the other, eager to trade in parties and all-nighters for "the real world.” But post-grad wasn’t the glam life she imagined. Soon buried under a pile of bills, laundry, and three-dollar bottles of wine, it quickly became clear that she had no idea what she was doing. But hey, what twentysomething does?
In Don’t Worry, It Gets Worse, Nugent shares what it takes to make the awkward leap from undergrad to "mature and responsible adult that definitely never eats peanut butter straight from the jar and considers it a meal.” From trying to find an apartment on the black hole otherwise known as Craigslist to the creative maneuvering needed to pay off student loans and still enjoy happy hour, Nugent documents the formative moments of being a twentysomething with a little bit of snark and a lot of heart. Based on her popular Tumblr blog The Frenemy, Don’t Worry, It Gets Worse is a love note to boozin’, bitchin’ ladies everywhere.
In Don’t Worry, It Gets Worse, Nugent shares what it takes to make the awkward leap from undergrad to "mature and responsible adult that definitely never eats peanut butter straight from the jar and considers it a meal.” From trying to find an apartment on the black hole otherwise known as Craigslist to the creative maneuvering needed to pay off student loans and still enjoy happy hour, Nugent documents the formative moments of being a twentysomething with a little bit of snark and a lot of heart. Based on her popular Tumblr blog The Frenemy, Don’t Worry, It Gets Worse is a love note to boozin’, bitchin’ ladies everywhere.
208 pages, Paperback
First published May 7, 2013
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Alida Nugent
3 books109 followersFreelance writer working on turning her first book into a television show with ABC Studios. She loves to write about beauty products, food, fashion, feminism, television, and anything with an angle of humor.
She's the writer behind The-Frenemy.com, a popular blog for women, for four years.
She's the writer behind The-Frenemy.com, a popular blog for women, for four years.
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October 2, 2013
I really, really wanted to like this book. After all, I--also being a twenty-something graduate of a liberal arts college who lives in NYC (okay, okay, I live in NJ, but my neighborhood is more of a Manhattan suburb than Staten Island will ever be)--am essentially just like Nugent!
However, as it turns out, I'm really nothing at all like Nugent. Firstly, we have entirely different priorities: I'm an athlete and she's . . . an alcoholic? I like nice boys and she . . . well, she doesn't, at least not yet. I'm fiscally responsible; she definitely is not. These are just a few of the easy comparisons I can make off the top of my head that kept me from reading this book and thinking, "Right on, girl!"
Then, there's her overwhelming snarkiness. If I had been her editor for this book, I'd have started by explaining that there is such a thing as too much of a good thing. I then would have forced her to circle her favorite, most effective jokes and then cross out half of those and then rewrite the book using only the remaining circled jokes. And maybe read Me Talk Pretty One Day for good measure.
However, I can't say I completely hated this book, either, primarily because her depiction of being a twenty-something living specifically in NYC is so accurate. For other NYC-dwellers out there, here are a few comments I found absolutely true (and hilarious):
New York is motivated by not just moving toward something but also moving toward something int he fastest manner possible.
Tip for Saving: Shave off half of your electric bill by going to bed at a reasonable hour instead of staying up till 3 a.m. to stare at cats and people you hate on Facebook.
[In New York] there is the prominent smell of both fuel and garbage, which seems to have a miragelike presence in the summer, but the moment you walk by a bakery, you remember what it is like not to live in a place constantly surrounded by carcinogenic fumes.
Here, people are more attractive than I ever thought people could be in person.
Tip for Saving: Save some money on razors by . . . BAHAHAHA, I know you've had the same razor for eighty-four years.
That last comment just cracks me up. Anyway, if you don't mind an overdose of sarcasm and mean and self-deprecating jokes, and you happen to be a twenty-something female living in NYC, and you happen to be in an airport bookstore desperate for something quick to read, this might be a book worth snagging. One of its particularly big perks is the fact that it is so slim. Had it been much longer than 188 pages, I probably wouldn't have finished it. But these days, it's hard to find any book under 200 pages long. So hats off to Nugent for that!
However, as it turns out, I'm really nothing at all like Nugent. Firstly, we have entirely different priorities: I'm an athlete and she's . . . an alcoholic? I like nice boys and she . . . well, she doesn't, at least not yet. I'm fiscally responsible; she definitely is not. These are just a few of the easy comparisons I can make off the top of my head that kept me from reading this book and thinking, "Right on, girl!"
Then, there's her overwhelming snarkiness. If I had been her editor for this book, I'd have started by explaining that there is such a thing as too much of a good thing. I then would have forced her to circle her favorite, most effective jokes and then cross out half of those and then rewrite the book using only the remaining circled jokes. And maybe read Me Talk Pretty One Day for good measure.
However, I can't say I completely hated this book, either, primarily because her depiction of being a twenty-something living specifically in NYC is so accurate. For other NYC-dwellers out there, here are a few comments I found absolutely true (and hilarious):
New York is motivated by not just moving toward something but also moving toward something int he fastest manner possible.
Tip for Saving: Shave off half of your electric bill by going to bed at a reasonable hour instead of staying up till 3 a.m. to stare at cats and people you hate on Facebook.
[In New York] there is the prominent smell of both fuel and garbage, which seems to have a miragelike presence in the summer, but the moment you walk by a bakery, you remember what it is like not to live in a place constantly surrounded by carcinogenic fumes.
Here, people are more attractive than I ever thought people could be in person.
Tip for Saving: Save some money on razors by . . . BAHAHAHA, I know you've had the same razor for eighty-four years.
That last comment just cracks me up. Anyway, if you don't mind an overdose of sarcasm and mean and self-deprecating jokes, and you happen to be a twenty-something female living in NYC, and you happen to be in an airport bookstore desperate for something quick to read, this might be a book worth snagging. One of its particularly big perks is the fact that it is so slim. Had it been much longer than 188 pages, I probably wouldn't have finished it. But these days, it's hard to find any book under 200 pages long. So hats off to Nugent for that!
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November 5, 2014
This book made me feel better about where I am as a twenty-something. At least I have it better figured out than this author!
May 16, 2014
When I saw a customer come through my till with this book, I took one look at the cover and said, "At last, a book about the great struggle for millennials to get a toe-hold in this crazy world!" You can even punctuate that previous in-my-head declaration by scrunching my two degrees into some sort of papier mache exclamation mark: after all, I have a masters degree and I work in a bookstore. Moving along.
I really wanted to love this book, and tout it as a great example of what it's like to graduate into this economy and have zero job prospects and basically live like a student as an adult, BUT WORSE, because now you also have debt (so much debt.) However, I found myself quickly losing sympathy for Alida, who has many of the same struggles as me. I can't really fault her for getting a degree in writing, even if it's not a particularly marketable degree at the best of times. I found fault more with her general profligate attitude and seemingly unending drinking, and then blaming her poverty on having to piece together a living out of freelance writing jobs rather than her stated inability to consistently send out billing to her clients. She seems to espouse a certain kind of millennial, which is to say, the kind that everyone likes to rag on and say isn't a hard worker, and can't pull themselves up by their bootstraps.
In the end of reading this book, I didn't feel how I thought I would feel: like I'm not the only one who has had it tough in this horrible economy! Rather, I felt like maybe I am more fiscally responsible than I thought I was because I don't buy brie and whiskey by the cartful and go out for Thai half the week. Well, at least that's something.
I really wanted to love this book, and tout it as a great example of what it's like to graduate into this economy and have zero job prospects and basically live like a student as an adult, BUT WORSE, because now you also have debt (so much debt.) However, I found myself quickly losing sympathy for Alida, who has many of the same struggles as me. I can't really fault her for getting a degree in writing, even if it's not a particularly marketable degree at the best of times. I found fault more with her general profligate attitude and seemingly unending drinking, and then blaming her poverty on having to piece together a living out of freelance writing jobs rather than her stated inability to consistently send out billing to her clients. She seems to espouse a certain kind of millennial, which is to say, the kind that everyone likes to rag on and say isn't a hard worker, and can't pull themselves up by their bootstraps.
In the end of reading this book, I didn't feel how I thought I would feel: like I'm not the only one who has had it tough in this horrible economy! Rather, I felt like maybe I am more fiscally responsible than I thought I was because I don't buy brie and whiskey by the cartful and go out for Thai half the week. Well, at least that's something.
March 9, 2020
"So that’s why sitting there with Danielle, eating a grilled cheese in my twenties was pretty significant."
This quote pretty much sums up the whole book. The experiences described here are all mundane. Shown in a humorous light, accompanied by predictable thoughts.
The author hasn't done anything interesting in her life yet, and that's what's her memoir is about. How writing is hard. How getting up and putting on pants and doing laundry and not drinking before noon is hard. And how on most days she fails with one or all of those things. It takes relatable to the extreme. I get it, but still, it doesn't make very interesting reading.
All of this is fine. The humor was okay and overall there's time and space to read something like this. It's short, too.
Two things I want to say, though:
- If you identify yourself as a writer, you can write a book about how writing is hard and how you can't do it. But at one point you'll kind of have to write something. There's so much writing about not writing one can do.
- The experiences and thoughts in this book were so generic it felt like the author just repeated a lot of stuff without thinking for herself. You know, she's the typical millennial city-girl working a retail job and having creative aspirations. So of course she must include a chapter on feminism and make-up and how she learned to accept her body. She's just repeating what everyone else is saying. It's not interesting and it feels redundant.
I learned [...] trashing magazines that pushed abs and carb cutting and millions of other stick-thin end goals.
This was published in 2013. Has she or anyone she knows bought ANY magazines since year 2000? Does she really think MAGAZINES have a lot of influence over people in XXI century? Let alone enough to "push" anything? If she said Instagram, okay. But social media is not some big-brother industry you can blame for straightforwardly pushing agendas and getting rich on that. It's made of all of us. Of our desires to only publish the best pics as if we always look great, even if that's not true. Etc., etc. This would have been an interesting topic to explore. But of course, the author didn't - she just repeated what she heard Oprah say back in the 80s, peppered it with generic outrage and moved on.
VERDICT: okay but forgettable and skippable.
If you're twentysomething and feel lonely or isolated, down on your luck or stuff like that - maybe this book will make you feel better. Try picking it up.
February 4, 2016
2.5 stars
I guess I was expecting -despite the title of the book- that it gets... better.
I wasn't expecting to find all the answers to my twenty-something-I'm-lost-and-still-don't-know-what-the-F-to-do-with-my-life-eternal-crisis but at least I was expecting to find her answers! But no, this is a diary, a mental and emotional relief, her letting it all out, feeling sorry for herself, complaining... And I get it, I do it all the time, but I wanted more than that.
Was it funny? Yes, sometimes. Could I relate? Yes, sometimes... Did I learn something new? Sadly, no.
I guess I was expecting -despite the title of the book- that it gets... better.
I wasn't expecting to find all the answers to my twenty-something-I'm-lost-and-still-don't-know-what-the-F-to-do-with-my-life-eternal-crisis but at least I was expecting to find her answers! But no, this is a diary, a mental and emotional relief, her letting it all out, feeling sorry for herself, complaining... And I get it, I do it all the time, but I wanted more than that.
Was it funny? Yes, sometimes. Could I relate? Yes, sometimes... Did I learn something new? Sadly, no.
July 23, 2015
I want to give Alida Nugent (and many other 23-year-olds, including my roommate) a copy of Adulting, because I feel she really needs it. I bought this book with a handful of other 20-something books Amazon recommended to me, and therefore I did not realize that Alida's best friend is alcohol and she lives on the corner of Snarkville and Hipster (or Williamsburg, as you may know it). Yes,
I am now snarking Alida too. Maybe. The thing is, I have never been a 20-something who understands the purpose of alcohol. I can count on one, maybe two hands the number of times in my life I have been tipsy or drunk. And I live in the other Williamsburg. The one where they still dress like it's the 1700s. But I quite like it here. A lot. Needless to say, this book is not for me. I probably wouldn't be Alida's friend if we met, because I suspect we have nothing in common, despite her mention of the Backstreet Boys and Boy Meets World. I love Rachel Dratch, but I don't understand why she endorsed this book or finds Alida funny. I don't. I didn't laugh once. I felt like she was trying too hard, like we all do in our twenties, and like Gillian Flynn did at the beginning of Gone Girl. But a more human Alida did shine through in her chapters about panic attacks and her love for NYC. And I probably would have loved this book if I was a bit younger in my twenties and/or if I had ever been a borderline alcoholic. But I'm not, and I prefer smaller towns and different things. I may be her target audience-ish, but I suspect I am not her kind of person. Therefore, I don't think she should take it too personally that I didn't like her book all that much. Anyway, today's my birthday, so I'm going to go enjoy Busch Gardens and mini golf and Paper Towns sans alcohol. That's who I am.
I am now snarking Alida too. Maybe. The thing is, I have never been a 20-something who understands the purpose of alcohol. I can count on one, maybe two hands the number of times in my life I have been tipsy or drunk. And I live in the other Williamsburg. The one where they still dress like it's the 1700s. But I quite like it here. A lot. Needless to say, this book is not for me. I probably wouldn't be Alida's friend if we met, because I suspect we have nothing in common, despite her mention of the Backstreet Boys and Boy Meets World. I love Rachel Dratch, but I don't understand why she endorsed this book or finds Alida funny. I don't. I didn't laugh once. I felt like she was trying too hard, like we all do in our twenties, and like Gillian Flynn did at the beginning of Gone Girl. But a more human Alida did shine through in her chapters about panic attacks and her love for NYC. And I probably would have loved this book if I was a bit younger in my twenties and/or if I had ever been a borderline alcoholic. But I'm not, and I prefer smaller towns and different things. I may be her target audience-ish, but I suspect I am not her kind of person. Therefore, I don't think she should take it too personally that I didn't like her book all that much. Anyway, today's my birthday, so I'm going to go enjoy Busch Gardens and mini golf and Paper Towns sans alcohol. That's who I am.
July 27, 2015
Just a very long, vapid buzzfeed article trying to get validation for going through mundane things that every single university/college graduate goes through after graduating.
I saw this book and immediately connected with the title and bought it straight away expecting to laugh, connect and find inspiration in the book through someone who has been through the same year (or however long she struggled) as me before finding meaningful employment after university/college.
What I found instead was inane anecdotes and despairing plea's to be validated and celebrated for drinking a bottle of wine on a tuesday night while watching television.
If you are like me and buzzfeed (and similar websites) make you want to gauge your eyes out and drive rusty nails through your ears with your bare hands then it's best you give this book a miss.
I saw this book and immediately connected with the title and bought it straight away expecting to laugh, connect and find inspiration in the book through someone who has been through the same year (or however long she struggled) as me before finding meaningful employment after university/college.
What I found instead was inane anecdotes and despairing plea's to be validated and celebrated for drinking a bottle of wine on a tuesday night while watching television.
If you are like me and buzzfeed (and similar websites) make you want to gauge your eyes out and drive rusty nails through your ears with your bare hands then it's best you give this book a miss.
July 13, 2013
I just realized I am one of the only written reviews so Alida Nugent might see this! No homo but I would totally buy you some whiskey if we ever met. That is a special offer as the only other person I have vowed to buy whiskey for is musical artist Ke$ha. Thanks for writing this book.
I want to clarify this is a 5 for me personally. This book happens to speak to me given I share a lot of the same humor and thoughts as the author. She might have clubbed me over the head with a cheap bottle of wine at some point, and actually made something worthwhile with my thoughts.
I think it is a hilarious assessment of what it is like to be in your twenties at this particular time period. I would suggest it to a reluctant reader in college or post-grad who wants something humorous. I would suggest it to almost any fan of the show Girls.
I was surprised by the tone seeming to change from all out, self-deprecating humor to a bit of thoughtful reflection on getting older as the book progressed. At the same time, I think it would have been great to read this book right as I was graduating college (it comes complete with Alida Nugent's graduation day speech!).
All in all I LOLed more at this book than I have in a while.
I want to clarify this is a 5 for me personally. This book happens to speak to me given I share a lot of the same humor and thoughts as the author. She might have clubbed me over the head with a cheap bottle of wine at some point, and actually made something worthwhile with my thoughts.
I think it is a hilarious assessment of what it is like to be in your twenties at this particular time period. I would suggest it to a reluctant reader in college or post-grad who wants something humorous. I would suggest it to almost any fan of the show Girls.
I was surprised by the tone seeming to change from all out, self-deprecating humor to a bit of thoughtful reflection on getting older as the book progressed. At the same time, I think it would have been great to read this book right as I was graduating college (it comes complete with Alida Nugent's graduation day speech!).
All in all I LOLed more at this book than I have in a while.
April 11, 2016
I'm not sure if there was more whining or wining in this book.
July 13, 2013
I started reading this book this morning while waiting for my car to be towed and sitting in my apartment hoping that that lipstick I ordered would at least be delivered today but it wasn't so self-medication with take-out seemed like the next best bet.
That's a long winded way of saying that I identify with the author 100% - we even graduated the same year.
The first half of the book was a blast and probably really comes back to all that nostalgia the second half hits on which is maybe why the second half got a tired for me. With the wedding and the graduation speech, you start to realize this isn't for her peers but for the kids about to get thrown out in the real world and I'm already too cynical for that - and too cynical for another love letter to New York.
I do like this book - I finished it in a day - most of it was fun but I think it hit some of the pitfalls that other bloggers to book authors hit in just not having the content to carry through.
That's a long winded way of saying that I identify with the author 100% - we even graduated the same year.
The first half of the book was a blast and probably really comes back to all that nostalgia the second half hits on which is maybe why the second half got a tired for me. With the wedding and the graduation speech, you start to realize this isn't for her peers but for the kids about to get thrown out in the real world and I'm already too cynical for that - and too cynical for another love letter to New York.
I do like this book - I finished it in a day - most of it was fun but I think it hit some of the pitfalls that other bloggers to book authors hit in just not having the content to carry through.
July 15, 2013
This is my first review ever, so don't judge too hard.
This book is not fantastic but I must admit that it has a lot of humor and a very direct and fresh style. It's basically about a broke woman who has recently graduated from college with a major in english. She talks about how she copes with this (drinking, crashing with the 'rents and being anti-social). While this book might seem hilarious to some people, I only thought a few of the jokes were funny. The others just plain depressed me, since this is not a work of fiction. It begins more pessimist than it ends, though, and I like that there's that final message about keeping hope and not giving up. This, honestly, is because I'm not old or mature enough to be told to give up. Overall, I enjoyed reading it and I recommend it more to people that have already had the college experience, because as a high school student it was harder for me to imagine or relate to some events in this book.
This book is not fantastic but I must admit that it has a lot of humor and a very direct and fresh style. It's basically about a broke woman who has recently graduated from college with a major in english. She talks about how she copes with this (drinking, crashing with the 'rents and being anti-social). While this book might seem hilarious to some people, I only thought a few of the jokes were funny. The others just plain depressed me, since this is not a work of fiction. It begins more pessimist than it ends, though, and I like that there's that final message about keeping hope and not giving up. This, honestly, is because I'm not old or mature enough to be told to give up. Overall, I enjoyed reading it and I recommend it more to people that have already had the college experience, because as a high school student it was harder for me to imagine or relate to some events in this book.
May 12, 2014
What to say about this book...
It's not what I expected. It's a collection of essays that have no line of thought or storyline that connects them, only the general sentiment of being in your 20's.
Was it funny? Definitely had it's moments where I giggled. The snark is strong on this one. Did I relate to it? At times, yes. Did it make it hard to read? Definitely. Especially because, even if I am in my late 20's, I still feel lost in the sea of adulthood and not entirely sure what I am doing.
The good thing is that it's a super quick read. The bad thing is that I am in one hell of an existential funk.
It's not what I expected. It's a collection of essays that have no line of thought or storyline that connects them, only the general sentiment of being in your 20's.
Was it funny? Definitely had it's moments where I giggled. The snark is strong on this one. Did I relate to it? At times, yes. Did it make it hard to read? Definitely. Especially because, even if I am in my late 20's, I still feel lost in the sea of adulthood and not entirely sure what I am doing.
The good thing is that it's a super quick read. The bad thing is that I am in one hell of an existential funk.
December 19, 2016
I really wanted to like this book, and there were some really funny, relatable high points. However, any genuine enjoyment was drowned out by my overwhelming lack of sympathy. For every 10 pages of relatable struggles, there must be 30 pages of non-relatable content. Forgetting to send out invoices to clients? Drunkenly applying to jobs? I just can't relate, and I certainly can't feel any real sympathy. Still, it was good for a few laughs.
August 2, 2021
I really liked the IDEA of this book, but I feel like she tried TOO hard to be funny. It honestly reminded me of an old co-worker of mine that I couldn’t stand, so maybe that’s actually why this book bothered me so much.
August 10, 2023
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September 22, 2024
I enjoyed reading this one, I chuckled reading some chapters. My younger self would have loved this book 📖 an enjoyable read overall
October 23, 2013
The English major in me, the one pushed for endless hours to love classic literature and mark up my books with vigorous notes about symbolism and consonance and blatant motifs, hates to give this book four stars. However, the real human being in me that thinks beyond my supposedly intellectual degree and the wonderful things I might be able to do with it cried at how relevant this book was. Trying to be an adult is hard, and Nugent points that out in vivid details that I swore she stole out of my non-existent diary. While I did have a baby breakdown over it, I think it is a hysterical and necessary account that will lead any twentysomething to bitter, resentful laughter. This was precisely what I needed to read in order to kick my butt into gear and think, "Hey, I'm graduating in a few months; maybe I should clean up my resume and start applying for some real jobs."
This book also made me call my father and cry for about an hour about how I was afraid of moving in again after college and how I might have just failed a test that I'm sure I did fine on in reality and how I have a big hole in my rainboots causing at least a half inch of rain to end up sloshing around my feet. It was the perfect book to read on the first snow of the year when everything was miserable and my day wasn't about to start looking up any time soon. I swore I would go straight home and begin my job applications and grad school applications and consider being an impressive and balanced human being. Instead, I went to my favorite dive bar, played pub quiz until 1 in the morning, and whimpered to my favorite bartender to give me free shots of Fireball, which he did. This book simultaneously made me feel like I needed to figure my stuff out right that minute and that I could keep putting it off a little longer for another night of fun college stuff (which was the only reason I didn't give it a five - she let me feel slightly okay about my vices, which is not what I turn to books for. I do well enough with my vices as is). For this reason, I would recommend it as the perfect graduation gift for anyone not majoring in Accounting, Engineering, or other "practical" majors which will allow them to buy anything they want except a sense of humor and possibly a soul.
As bitter as I may be that Alida Nugent may have stolen the only niche I could have occupied, I take solace in the fact that I might be able to write the same thing with more embarrassing tequila stories and based in the Midwest.
This book also made me call my father and cry for about an hour about how I was afraid of moving in again after college and how I might have just failed a test that I'm sure I did fine on in reality and how I have a big hole in my rainboots causing at least a half inch of rain to end up sloshing around my feet. It was the perfect book to read on the first snow of the year when everything was miserable and my day wasn't about to start looking up any time soon. I swore I would go straight home and begin my job applications and grad school applications and consider being an impressive and balanced human being. Instead, I went to my favorite dive bar, played pub quiz until 1 in the morning, and whimpered to my favorite bartender to give me free shots of Fireball, which he did. This book simultaneously made me feel like I needed to figure my stuff out right that minute and that I could keep putting it off a little longer for another night of fun college stuff (which was the only reason I didn't give it a five - she let me feel slightly okay about my vices, which is not what I turn to books for. I do well enough with my vices as is). For this reason, I would recommend it as the perfect graduation gift for anyone not majoring in Accounting, Engineering, or other "practical" majors which will allow them to buy anything they want except a sense of humor and possibly a soul.
As bitter as I may be that Alida Nugent may have stolen the only niche I could have occupied, I take solace in the fact that I might be able to write the same thing with more embarrassing tequila stories and based in the Midwest.
June 16, 2014
Alida perfectly captures that panicky moment between college and adulthood that everyone goes through but not everyone can find the words to discuss. You're thinking to yourself (err, perhaps I was thinking to myself): I just finished the hardest four years of my life, it's all smooth sailing from here! And then what a shock it was to realize that that wasn't at all true.
In many ways, my post-collegiate experience was quite similar to Alida's. I got a four year degree from a liberal arts institution and, after being unemployed for nine months, ended up working in retail until I could figure out what I "wanted to do with my life." It was a humbling and stress-filled time- not at all what I had pictured for myself. Not only was I working with and for people who didn't care at all about my degree or the fact that I could translate latin phrases, but they were all in better financial shape than I was because of my ridiculous pile of student loans. I had worked so hard and studied so much, for what. It seemed awfully pointless and depressing, much like some of the stories related in this book.
The first chapter, where Alida talks about going back in time and telling yourself to dream smaller, made me laugh and then grimace with the truth of it. As a child, I had ridiculous dreams and fantasies about life and where it was going to take me. It took awhile, at least for me, some painful life lessons, and major introspection before I let a majority of those go. Wouldn't it have been easier, as Alida suggests, to rid ourselves of those in the first place? Depressing but true.
I wouldn't suggest this book for the folks currently going through this transition period, but perhaps for the ones who have graduated from college, say, five or ten years previous. I feel like these late twenty-something and early thirty-somethings can look back on their experiences with a sort of resignation and humor that develops with time rather than trying to laugh at oneself as you're slogging through it. And for those who are currently walking this path, just keep telling yourself, this too shall pass...
In many ways, my post-collegiate experience was quite similar to Alida's. I got a four year degree from a liberal arts institution and, after being unemployed for nine months, ended up working in retail until I could figure out what I "wanted to do with my life." It was a humbling and stress-filled time- not at all what I had pictured for myself. Not only was I working with and for people who didn't care at all about my degree or the fact that I could translate latin phrases, but they were all in better financial shape than I was because of my ridiculous pile of student loans. I had worked so hard and studied so much, for what. It seemed awfully pointless and depressing, much like some of the stories related in this book.
The first chapter, where Alida talks about going back in time and telling yourself to dream smaller, made me laugh and then grimace with the truth of it. As a child, I had ridiculous dreams and fantasies about life and where it was going to take me. It took awhile, at least for me, some painful life lessons, and major introspection before I let a majority of those go. Wouldn't it have been easier, as Alida suggests, to rid ourselves of those in the first place? Depressing but true.
I wouldn't suggest this book for the folks currently going through this transition period, but perhaps for the ones who have graduated from college, say, five or ten years previous. I feel like these late twenty-something and early thirty-somethings can look back on their experiences with a sort of resignation and humor that develops with time rather than trying to laugh at oneself as you're slogging through it. And for those who are currently walking this path, just keep telling yourself, this too shall pass...
April 13, 2013
Sometimes when you grab an early review book, you wonder what the heck you were thinking. "Don't Worry, It Gets Worse" is a riff on being a 20-something graduate entering into the "real" world. I'm old enough to be Alida's mother--how would this be relevant? The thing is, her stories are universal. No matter what our age, most of us still are that 20-something year old, that 16-year old, that thirty-something. . . . (Alida--that's one of the things they don't tell you--you never really get older). Granted, today's world isn't exactly the one I grew up in--but the drama, it's the same. I particularly enjoyed the stories "Adventures in Retail" and " On Finally Feeling Home (or a Love Song for New York)." And while she claims her version of a commencement address is tongue-in-cheek, it's actually very well written and up there with the rest of the worldly advice that famous people like to spout this time of year. Buy this book for the new graduate--then snag it to read yourself. After all, how many 20-somethings even know what a book is any more? And Alida--you say "I'm glad you read." Well, I'm glad you write. Keep doing it. I look forward to enjoying your blog and future adventures.
July 20, 2015
i'm 40, live in the country, didn't go to college, married at 18, and had a kid at 20 so I guess i'm not the intended demographic for this book being as it's written by a twentysomething, college-educated, recent New York transplant. When I ran across this book I thought 'hey I was twentysomething at one time, maybe I can relate' so I gave it a shot. To my disappointment, there wasn't a single thing in this book that I could relate to. She seems like an ok writer, but the subject matter just didn't appeal to me in any way. Every chapter was just more 'I don't know where i'm going with my life' and 'i'm happy/sad (depending on her mood) being the single girl'. I'm from a family of 7 and started working when I was 14 and have been at my job for 24 years so I've never really worried about where my life was going because I was too busy earning money to support myself. I've grown very tired of all of these young people who spend all their time sniveling about not knowing who they are and where they're going.....GO TO WORK and stop mooching off of your parents THEN you can decide where to go from there. jeez, I sound old :/
June 27, 2016
3.5 stars.
I think I took this book a lot less seriously than most people. I quite liked it actually. Nugent had her moments and I think I may have related a bit more being from NYC that I did laugh a bit when she talked about her housing situation -
I think she says she's excited about finally having found an apartment her and her two roommates agree on although she didn't know why because her room was barely big enough to fit her twin bed.
As a NY-er I can completely relate sweet jesus good affordable housing is hard to find.
While I do think I'm a bit younger than her, I also was out of a steady job for six months right out of college and both my majors were in the liberal arts field - I also related so much to the job application process.
Overall, wouldn't reread but not because I didn't like - I generally don't reread non-fiction but I would recommend I did find it funny.
I think I took this book a lot less seriously than most people. I quite liked it actually. Nugent had her moments and I think I may have related a bit more being from NYC that I did laugh a bit when she talked about her housing situation -
I think she says she's excited about finally having found an apartment her and her two roommates agree on although she didn't know why because her room was barely big enough to fit her twin bed.
As a NY-er I can completely relate sweet jesus good affordable housing is hard to find.
While I do think I'm a bit younger than her, I also was out of a steady job for six months right out of college and both my majors were in the liberal arts field - I also related so much to the job application process.
Overall, wouldn't reread but not because I didn't like - I generally don't reread non-fiction but I would recommend I did find it funny.
October 3, 2016
While I've just begun this book (and can't feel more opposite than Alida in personality & actions), I can't help but applaud her ability to describe the feelings of twentysomething adulthood...The endurance, awkwardness, and humility of it all. I find myself consistently laughing out loud & nodding my head at the chapters of a surprisingly kindred spirit....We'll see how it continues....
February 12, 2016
This book feels unoriginal and uninspired. There was nothing really to glean from this book. It just felt like rambling and complaining about things that aren't really problems. Just...yikes, girl.
August 29, 2013
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“I’m going to level with you here. I am not going to give you one of those speeches where I say ‘I am you’, because that always has a creepy ‘the call is coming from the house’ horror movie vibe and I don’t like that. I am not you. Sure, we all put our pajamas on the same way – one leg at a time and in front of our televisions with chips poring out of our mouth – but that doesn’t mean we are all similar organisms. However, I know I can’t be the only one out there trying to figure out how to navigate the choppy waters of adulthood.”
Are you overeducated and underemployed with little-to-no hope of finding work that’s in any way related to your field of interest? Does your university degree remind you more of your crippling student loan debt and unfulfilled ambitions and less of your academic accomplishment? Do you suddenly feel as though all of your friends are getting married or pregnant and mastering the art of the savings account, all while you calculate whether you can afford that must-have pair of boots and struggle to find a man who won’t leave before the sun rises the next morning? Do you find yourself stalking your old friends on Facebook and engaging in an unspoken competition as to who has accomplished the most since you last saw one another? Do you find yourself eschewing a night out on the town in favour of a quiet evening spent alone with a bottle of wine while you vicariously follow the latest escapes of Don Draper and company in AMC’s Mad Men? Then Alida Nugent’s Don’t Worry, It Gets Worse: One Twentysomething’s (Mostly Failed) Attempts At Adulthood is the perfect book for you!
“Whenever someone brings up the traits associated with being a functional human otherwise known as an ‘adult’, I think, is it even possible for me? Probably not, is what I conclude. I mean, I’ll eventually pay off my college loans at the age of forty-five by selling what’s left of my liver, and I’ll probably manage to find sustenance and remember to breathe oxygen constantly: I’ll survive. However, for people like me, it’s going to be a long, hard road of ‘How much dip can go on this chip?’, ‘How many minutes have gone listlessly by?’, ‘HOW SAD IS TOO SAD?’ There will be years of struggling to keep myself afloat. I’m sure I will have to murder between one and fifty bill collectors. I’m certain I’ll have to go to Vegas to turn tricks (I’m sorry, illusions, Gob!) All for what? Stupid jokes? A burning desire to be a writer?”
Our twenties can be a time of immense upheaval, uncertainty and change. While we’re often told that our newly-acquired degrees are a guaranteed assurance of success and prosperity for the future, in reality this is anything but the truth. As we struggle to search for our identity and respective places in the world with no-one to guide us, the years immediately following university and into early adulthood can be a difficult time for many. I’m not ashamed to admit that I could intimately relate to many of the issues Alida Nugent explored in her debut novel. Like Nugent, I moved back home following university out of necessity. Also like Nugent, I’m currently employed in a job (legal administrative clerk) that, while I would not want to pursue it as a long-term career, is one I’m extremely thankful for given the current state of the economy. Also like the author, I too have questioned the validity and usefulness of my liberal arts degree and my choice to study english and history in lieu of something arguably more ‘practical’ and soul-sucking like business or engineering. But the truth of the matter is, that as difficult as I’m sure my future will be, I wouldn’t have it any other way. While others might look down on my choice, the two things I’m most passionate about are reading and writing, and I would love to pursue a career in what I love most. I can’t imagine the joy and fulfillment in being able to secure a career that involves your life’s passion, and can only hope that I’ll be half as lucky as Nugent in this regard.
“One day, I will become the kind of adult who can throw a real party, I think as I take my top off in front of a small group of friends and acquaintances. One day.
How did I get to that moment? No, I was not trying out as an extra for Showgirls 2: Also Not Sexy Boogaloo. Nor was I so angry at my dad I used his credit card to go to Cancun for Spring Break.
This is a story of girl meets tequila.”
Not unlike Lena Dunham’s HBO series and cult phenomenon, Girls, Don’t Worry, It Gets Worse follows twenty-something Alida Nugent as she navigates the difficult and often hostile world of New York City, all while detailing her misadventures in retail, dating, finance and the future. A hilarious, honest, whiskey-soaked reflection on arguably one of the most difficult periods in our lives, Nugent’s debut will have you nodding along and exclaiming “Exactly!” more times than you can count or will likely find comfortable. A freelance writer most well-known for her Tumblr blog, The Frenemy, Nugent writes with a level of wit and self-deprecation that will have you devouring this memoir in a matter of hours and leave you desperately yearning for more when it’s all over.
“I blame television for all of this, mostly because I like to sit at home and watch it instead of doing anything else. I trust television, because I know what to expect from it. I like that I can turn it on and there will be a show that portrays high school as a place where beautiful twenty-five-year-olds with amazing clothes have sex all the time or a festering hellhole where everybody gets harassed online. For girls to wear sparkle dresses and get into awkward situations with men. For girls with glasses to make jokes. For Asians to be underrepresented. For AMC to be the best.”
Punctuated by an endless series of pop culture references ranging everywhere from Daria and It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia to Mean Girls and Arrested Development, Don’t Worry, It Gets Worse is written in a casual, conversational style that will appeal to even the most reluctant non-fiction reader. Whether written in the form of a screenplay or a university commencement speech, Nugent continually comes up with a number of different ways in which to impart her hard-earned wisdom. Surprisingly apt and timely despite its classification predominantly as a work of humour, Don’t Worry, It Gets Worse would make an invaluable resource for Generation Y, who are either preparing to embark on or are already currently enmeshed in, this tumultuous stage of their lives. Like a friend relating her troubles over a shared bottle of wine (or five), Alida is the best friend you wish you had, willing to tell you the cold, unvarnished truth and hold back your hair after a particularly raucous night on the town (Or, in this case, an elegant dinner party gone awry). Whether she’s talking about muffin tops, financial planning, the ‘Shaun Hunter phenomenon’, anxiety attacks or online dating, Don’t Worry, It Gets Worse has a little something for everyone. Whether we would like to admit it or not, many of Nugent’s problems are our problems, the things that we worry about on a daily basis but hide beneath a thin veneer of denial and acceptance, our only means of self-preservation. While there were times at which I felt Nugent strayed from her original point or indulged in what bordered on too much extraneous detail, particularly when it came to the chapter detailing her invitation to a friend’s wedding (“A Friend Sits On The Hitchin’ Post”) or her final commemoration to finding and/or forging one’s place in the occasionally inhospitable environment of New York City (“On Finally Feeling Home (Or, A Love Song For New York)”), the majority of my experience with Nugent’s writing was a positive and enjoyable one.
“When you’re in your twenties and you want to do something on a Saturday night, you pretty much have two options. You either go out drinking or you sit in your pyjamas and stay home. I don’t have a problem with sitting at home. It’s something I’ve completely mastered – you make yourself some fried eggs, dance alone to music, and imagine you are an elf from Lord of the Rings as you shoot imaginary arrows into the air. It’s basic slothing 101, elementary, my dear Watsons.”
Perhaps most surprisingly of all, the tone shifts rather dramatically in the latter portion of this work. While it seems as though Nugent takes extreme pleasure in presenting herself as the hard-broiled New Yorker she purports herself to be, I couldn’t help but detect a definite tone of optimism and hope in what is otherwise a celebration of life’s frustrating failures and inevitable setbacks. The stories become increasingly introspective as the book progresses, and in having this memoir published, one can’t help but notice that the the author does the one thing she ever despaired of doing – namely, earning money for what she was most passionate about, writing as a professional endeavor. In doing so, she proves that despite the impracticality of our dreams and the questionable value of the liberal arts degrees to which many of us aspire, there is hope for even the seemingly unattainable. After all, if Alida Nugent was able to accomplish it, why can’t we?
“All I can do is share some of my experiences with you and hope you relate to them, laugh at them, feel pity for them, whatever. Really, I want you to finish this book feeling like we could become friends, if the timing was right. That’s it.
Oh, and by the way, you should drink while you’re reading this book. If you want to play a drinking game, I suggest you take a shot when you feel like I’m abusing commas. Or when I reference a reality show you like to watch. Or when I make a joke you particularly like. Or whenever you want to take a shot, really. No judgement.”
Sit back, pick up a glass and re-direct one of the aimless hours you would have otherwise spent on Tumblr or Twitter (Hey! No judgement, we’ve all done it!) and be sure to pick up Alida Nugent’s debut, Don’t Worry, It Gets Worse: One Twentysomething’s (Mostly Failed) Attempts At Adulthood instead. A comical look at one of the most difficult periods in our lives, Alida Nugent infuses her debut with a surprising amount of heart as she speaks candidly about everything from online dating and body acceptance to the rigours of retail and moving back in with your parents. Whether you’re struggling with many of the same issues or simply in need of a good laugh, Don’t Worry, It Gets Worse is a quick, fun read that will leave you feeling as though you’ve walked away with a new best friend.
“I’m going to level with you here. I am not going to give you one of those speeches where I say ‘I am you’, because that always has a creepy ‘the call is coming from the house’ horror movie vibe and I don’t like that. I am not you. Sure, we all put our pajamas on the same way – one leg at a time and in front of our televisions with chips poring out of our mouth – but that doesn’t mean we are all similar organisms. However, I know I can’t be the only one out there trying to figure out how to navigate the choppy waters of adulthood.”
Are you overeducated and underemployed with little-to-no hope of finding work that’s in any way related to your field of interest? Does your university degree remind you more of your crippling student loan debt and unfulfilled ambitions and less of your academic accomplishment? Do you suddenly feel as though all of your friends are getting married or pregnant and mastering the art of the savings account, all while you calculate whether you can afford that must-have pair of boots and struggle to find a man who won’t leave before the sun rises the next morning? Do you find yourself stalking your old friends on Facebook and engaging in an unspoken competition as to who has accomplished the most since you last saw one another? Do you find yourself eschewing a night out on the town in favour of a quiet evening spent alone with a bottle of wine while you vicariously follow the latest escapes of Don Draper and company in AMC’s Mad Men? Then Alida Nugent’s Don’t Worry, It Gets Worse: One Twentysomething’s (Mostly Failed) Attempts At Adulthood is the perfect book for you!
“Whenever someone brings up the traits associated with being a functional human otherwise known as an ‘adult’, I think, is it even possible for me? Probably not, is what I conclude. I mean, I’ll eventually pay off my college loans at the age of forty-five by selling what’s left of my liver, and I’ll probably manage to find sustenance and remember to breathe oxygen constantly: I’ll survive. However, for people like me, it’s going to be a long, hard road of ‘How much dip can go on this chip?’, ‘How many minutes have gone listlessly by?’, ‘HOW SAD IS TOO SAD?’ There will be years of struggling to keep myself afloat. I’m sure I will have to murder between one and fifty bill collectors. I’m certain I’ll have to go to Vegas to turn tricks (I’m sorry, illusions, Gob!) All for what? Stupid jokes? A burning desire to be a writer?”
Our twenties can be a time of immense upheaval, uncertainty and change. While we’re often told that our newly-acquired degrees are a guaranteed assurance of success and prosperity for the future, in reality this is anything but the truth. As we struggle to search for our identity and respective places in the world with no-one to guide us, the years immediately following university and into early adulthood can be a difficult time for many. I’m not ashamed to admit that I could intimately relate to many of the issues Alida Nugent explored in her debut novel. Like Nugent, I moved back home following university out of necessity. Also like Nugent, I’m currently employed in a job (legal administrative clerk) that, while I would not want to pursue it as a long-term career, is one I’m extremely thankful for given the current state of the economy. Also like the author, I too have questioned the validity and usefulness of my liberal arts degree and my choice to study english and history in lieu of something arguably more ‘practical’ and soul-sucking like business or engineering. But the truth of the matter is, that as difficult as I’m sure my future will be, I wouldn’t have it any other way. While others might look down on my choice, the two things I’m most passionate about are reading and writing, and I would love to pursue a career in what I love most. I can’t imagine the joy and fulfillment in being able to secure a career that involves your life’s passion, and can only hope that I’ll be half as lucky as Nugent in this regard.
“One day, I will become the kind of adult who can throw a real party, I think as I take my top off in front of a small group of friends and acquaintances. One day.
How did I get to that moment? No, I was not trying out as an extra for Showgirls 2: Also Not Sexy Boogaloo. Nor was I so angry at my dad I used his credit card to go to Cancun for Spring Break.
This is a story of girl meets tequila.”
Not unlike Lena Dunham’s HBO series and cult phenomenon, Girls, Don’t Worry, It Gets Worse follows twenty-something Alida Nugent as she navigates the difficult and often hostile world of New York City, all while detailing her misadventures in retail, dating, finance and the future. A hilarious, honest, whiskey-soaked reflection on arguably one of the most difficult periods in our lives, Nugent’s debut will have you nodding along and exclaiming “Exactly!” more times than you can count or will likely find comfortable. A freelance writer most well-known for her Tumblr blog, The Frenemy, Nugent writes with a level of wit and self-deprecation that will have you devouring this memoir in a matter of hours and leave you desperately yearning for more when it’s all over.
“I blame television for all of this, mostly because I like to sit at home and watch it instead of doing anything else. I trust television, because I know what to expect from it. I like that I can turn it on and there will be a show that portrays high school as a place where beautiful twenty-five-year-olds with amazing clothes have sex all the time or a festering hellhole where everybody gets harassed online. For girls to wear sparkle dresses and get into awkward situations with men. For girls with glasses to make jokes. For Asians to be underrepresented. For AMC to be the best.”
Punctuated by an endless series of pop culture references ranging everywhere from Daria and It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia to Mean Girls and Arrested Development, Don’t Worry, It Gets Worse is written in a casual, conversational style that will appeal to even the most reluctant non-fiction reader. Whether written in the form of a screenplay or a university commencement speech, Nugent continually comes up with a number of different ways in which to impart her hard-earned wisdom. Surprisingly apt and timely despite its classification predominantly as a work of humour, Don’t Worry, It Gets Worse would make an invaluable resource for Generation Y, who are either preparing to embark on or are already currently enmeshed in, this tumultuous stage of their lives. Like a friend relating her troubles over a shared bottle of wine (or five), Alida is the best friend you wish you had, willing to tell you the cold, unvarnished truth and hold back your hair after a particularly raucous night on the town (Or, in this case, an elegant dinner party gone awry). Whether she’s talking about muffin tops, financial planning, the ‘Shaun Hunter phenomenon’, anxiety attacks or online dating, Don’t Worry, It Gets Worse has a little something for everyone. Whether we would like to admit it or not, many of Nugent’s problems are our problems, the things that we worry about on a daily basis but hide beneath a thin veneer of denial and acceptance, our only means of self-preservation. While there were times at which I felt Nugent strayed from her original point or indulged in what bordered on too much extraneous detail, particularly when it came to the chapter detailing her invitation to a friend’s wedding (“A Friend Sits On The Hitchin’ Post”) or her final commemoration to finding and/or forging one’s place in the occasionally inhospitable environment of New York City (“On Finally Feeling Home (Or, A Love Song For New York)”), the majority of my experience with Nugent’s writing was a positive and enjoyable one.
“When you’re in your twenties and you want to do something on a Saturday night, you pretty much have two options. You either go out drinking or you sit in your pyjamas and stay home. I don’t have a problem with sitting at home. It’s something I’ve completely mastered – you make yourself some fried eggs, dance alone to music, and imagine you are an elf from Lord of the Rings as you shoot imaginary arrows into the air. It’s basic slothing 101, elementary, my dear Watsons.”
Perhaps most surprisingly of all, the tone shifts rather dramatically in the latter portion of this work. While it seems as though Nugent takes extreme pleasure in presenting herself as the hard-broiled New Yorker she purports herself to be, I couldn’t help but detect a definite tone of optimism and hope in what is otherwise a celebration of life’s frustrating failures and inevitable setbacks. The stories become increasingly introspective as the book progresses, and in having this memoir published, one can’t help but notice that the the author does the one thing she ever despaired of doing – namely, earning money for what she was most passionate about, writing as a professional endeavor. In doing so, she proves that despite the impracticality of our dreams and the questionable value of the liberal arts degrees to which many of us aspire, there is hope for even the seemingly unattainable. After all, if Alida Nugent was able to accomplish it, why can’t we?
“All I can do is share some of my experiences with you and hope you relate to them, laugh at them, feel pity for them, whatever. Really, I want you to finish this book feeling like we could become friends, if the timing was right. That’s it.
Oh, and by the way, you should drink while you’re reading this book. If you want to play a drinking game, I suggest you take a shot when you feel like I’m abusing commas. Or when I reference a reality show you like to watch. Or when I make a joke you particularly like. Or whenever you want to take a shot, really. No judgement.”
Sit back, pick up a glass and re-direct one of the aimless hours you would have otherwise spent on Tumblr or Twitter (Hey! No judgement, we’ve all done it!) and be sure to pick up Alida Nugent’s debut, Don’t Worry, It Gets Worse: One Twentysomething’s (Mostly Failed) Attempts At Adulthood instead. A comical look at one of the most difficult periods in our lives, Alida Nugent infuses her debut with a surprising amount of heart as she speaks candidly about everything from online dating and body acceptance to the rigours of retail and moving back in with your parents. Whether you’re struggling with many of the same issues or simply in need of a good laugh, Don’t Worry, It Gets Worse is a quick, fun read that will leave you feeling as though you’ve walked away with a new best friend.
September 30, 2017
Listened to this on audiobook,trying to remember to do the audio thing more often because I do enjoy it, but for some reason I don't listen to them that often. This is basically a series of essays by a young woman fresh out of college trying to find her way in the world, and failing at it ( as we all do in our twenties). I'm wavering between 2 and 3 stars on this. It was funny at times and she has good instincts about life, so I'll give her that.
October 15, 2017
Nugent's second collection of essays is much better than this one, in my opinion. It was disjointed, which wouldn't necessarily be bad if it wasn't intended to be organized around the twentysomething theme. Some essays just didn't feel like they belonged, whereas others could have been longer or more prominent. That being said, Nugent is still very funny and I appreciate her voice.
June 15, 2017
Loved it.
November 28, 2017
Nostalgic!!! If one can be nostalgic for a time that's barely passed... well I am, Alida is, we the whatever-you-want-to-call-us generation (she defines as born between 1983 & 1990) we are frustrated and happy to relive the '90s, our actual youth. I loved her pop-culture references, her descriptions of NYC and how hard it is to be a barely passable adult in this day and age where we really want nothing more to go back to our parents' homes and be 11 years old again... just old enough to know a little (like leaving crusts on a sandwich is tasty too) and too young to want to leave.
August 28, 2018
Alida Nugent tells personal stories full of hilarity with the perfect balance of wisdom and truth that anyone in their twenties should probably hear. Her stories were not only relatable, but I figure that they are probably pretty universal for someone in their twenties. Well maybe except for the excessive drinking. Several of the chapters and stories Nugent recounted sounded like she pulled them straight out of my own experiences. Which kind of freaked me out, but at the same time gave me comfort knowing that I’m not the only one experiencing some of these things.
Not all the stories were relatable and some of the in-between things definitely confirm the mostly failed part of the title. But the way I see it, all the stupid sh*t and other mistakes that she tells us, well those are lessons; I as a reader get to learn from her mistakes. That’s why she tells you upfront in the title that this book is about her kind of, sort of, pretty much sucking at being an adult and being at least somewhat responsible. At least she owns up to it.
So, I loved it and I really enjoyed her style of writing and her voice.
Full review on the blog: https://sorryiambooked.wordpress.com/...
Not all the stories were relatable and some of the in-between things definitely confirm the mostly failed part of the title. But the way I see it, all the stupid sh*t and other mistakes that she tells us, well those are lessons; I as a reader get to learn from her mistakes. That’s why she tells you upfront in the title that this book is about her kind of, sort of, pretty much sucking at being an adult and being at least somewhat responsible. At least she owns up to it.
So, I loved it and I really enjoyed her style of writing and her voice.
Full review on the blog: https://sorryiambooked.wordpress.com/...
June 13, 2015
The beginning had a very good hook. I thought I was going to find some insight to how to survive being a 20 something year old myself. Some of the problems I can relate to such as, not having enough money, living on your own, what if my degree will be worthless and I'll be consumed in student debt.
Being twenty something feels like you have been thrown into the adult world unprepared, after reading this book I feel more prepared than the author. I found it really hard to relate to her and I felt like her priorities weren't well managed.
This was a good read to insure that maybe I don't have everything figured out but I'm on the right track! At least I try my best, manage my priorities, and have enough will power to move on! You can order this book at the Colona Public Library! ~Ashley
Being twenty something feels like you have been thrown into the adult world unprepared, after reading this book I feel more prepared than the author. I found it really hard to relate to her and I felt like her priorities weren't well managed.
This was a good read to insure that maybe I don't have everything figured out but I'm on the right track! At least I try my best, manage my priorities, and have enough will power to move on! You can order this book at the Colona Public Library! ~Ashley
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