This was a brand new release that caught my eye because millennials, non-fiction, and essays. My favorite.
As an elder millennial, born in the same year as the author, I enjoyed being transported back into the greatest decade: the 90s, where dreams are alive and well. Fashion, pirating music, entry into the digital age, the cusp of adulthood… it’s all in this book. But I lost interest about halfway through. Some of the stories and one-liner attempts at humor felt forced. I felt the same when I tried to read Furiously Funny by Jenny Lawson. I know, I know. It was like every event in the author’s life had potential to be turned into a funny/crazy paragraph or a chapter in the book. For me, it takes the authenticity out of the story. Be funny, hell yeah, but be for real.
Full disclosure: I curse. A lot. Cursing does not bother me. But the amount of cursing in this book was overboard and unnecessary. Like I can’t even believe I’m writing this because if you know me, you know I simply dgaf about this sort of thing. Whether writing about adolescence or about motherhood, it felt like she was trying too hard. Trying too hard to be a cool teenager, and now trying too hard to be a cool ass mom. I’m sure she’s chill and cool af in real life. She doesn’t need to try so hard to convince us of that. Your story is enough. We’re 42 year old millennials. We have so many stories!
Anyway, if she publishes another book, I’d still be down to give it a shot. There is potential here. There are good stories here. Unfortunately it was just a swing and a miss for me.