So this book is nearly 300 pages and I finished it in a day. That hardly ever happens, unless the book is freakishly fantastic. And We Are Never Meeting in Real Life by Samantha Irby is by far definitely one of those books. I highly recommend it because this book bones up to all the reviews I’ve read online from other authors I’m mildly obsessed with. It’s hilarious, poignant, and moving. It’ll make you tear up, want to punch walls, and snuggle with that adorable dimwit of an animal on an SPCA commercial. You know the one I’m talking about.
Anyway, this book will make you feel things. It’s a compilation of essays drawn from Irby’s life over the years spanning from taking care of her mother with MS to taking home a kitten with a wide array of health issues to road tripping to spread her father’s ashes and it not going according to plan, at all, and everything in between. It’s a book that makes you reevaluate your life in a way and makes you see the good. It’ll make you grateful, angry, sad, and ridiculously excited all at once.
Plus, she tackles dating trouble and how difficult & weird the journey can be along the way to meeting that infamous soul mate. It’s a book that you simply won’t be able to put down. Fair warning, there’s a lot of swearing. So be prepared if you don’t normally read anything that’s peppered with f-bombs and a variety of curse words. It works though, promise.
Samantha Irby also runs a blog called Bitches Gotta Eat (sorry Amah!) and it’s just the same writing style as her book. Apparently, she has a few other essay books out that I will definitely need to pick up next year.
Favourite Quote: Don’t be all down in the dumps (like a truck truck truck) and let opportunists and perverts take advantage of some low self-esteem you’re absolutely too awesome to have. When I couldn’t catch a goddamned cold for two-plus years after Fred & I broke up, I DID NOT GIVE A SH*T, because I vowed to stop f*cking around with people who hate me or don’t laugh at my jokes or want me to be thankful for the opportunity to split a lunch check on a Tuesday with a man who was in one motherf*cking Old Navy shorts ad
In other news, can you believe 2018 is a mere 3 days away?! 2017 was, in the words of Samantha Irby, a dumpster fire of a year and I’m sure as heck going to make sure that 2018 will be better. So I’ll be setting intentions for the year – a version of whoo whoo resolutions, because I like setting goals instead of resolutions. Because let’s be honest — who keeps the latter anyway?