This is the epitome of a book that was written, then a theme attached to it afterwards. If in fact it was the other way round, the editing team need to have a good, hard look at themselves. However, it was pleasingly open, without too much boasting and Suttie did display some self-awareness.
Ostensibly, this is a book about everyone around her growing up and needing to find love (and, I assume, by extension marriage, a mortgage, granola for breakfast etc) as she gets older. In reality, it is just Stuff Isy Does and Vaguely Related Stories from the Past once her two (best?) friends are to move out and have a baby. Or an autobiography that pretty much ignores her career apart from one dreadful standup routine (dreadful in that it was dreadful for her, though on the page, it does sound like it was dreadful as an audience member too). Once she goes to a wacky East London party, she feels like she is much older than people of a similar mindset, and she has just broken up with a long term boyfriend to make things worse.
The saving grace from such an erratic idea is that she is likeable, and willing to laugh at herself (although she is prone to a surprising trait amongst comedians in feeling like they are losers, but willing to make fun of even bigger losers when the opportunity arises, suggesting they only have a problem with being a loser, not the mean behaviour itself) and she does sound fun to be around - and her (correct, in my opinion) perception of adulthood is that there is much less fun on offer. She talks about holidays, living with housemates, break-ups and multiple medical appointments without any of them getting boring.
It's ok that there is no real narrative, and I'm glad that she hasn't tried to fashion one out of nothing. But it wasn't hilarious, it wasn't revelatory and it wasn't captivating. Perhaps I'm the wrong target audience, but I had expected and hoped for better.