"Samantha Irby explodes onto the printed page with her debut collection of brand-new essays about trying to laugh her way through failed relationships, being black, taco feasts, bouts with Crohn's disease, and more. Every essay is crafted with the same scathing wit and poignant candor thousands of loyal readers have come to expect from visiting her notoriously hilarious blog, bitchesgottaeat.com"--Page 4 of cover.
I wanted to love this - and the few essays that I did, I really really did. But the rest, while well written and dryly funny, I didn't. It wasn't like I was dragging my feet through this, I just felt myself being like, "alright then" at the end of most essays. Maybe that was the point, but at I picked this up based on a recommendation that Irby writes stuff that makes you laugh out loud a lot, and I was at the point of quarantine where I SO needed that, so maybe I went in with the wrong expectations based on my sense of humor and no familiarity with her work.
Reviewers seem to love her newer collections a little more, I'll still check them out, now that I'm used to her writing style. Don't write this off because of my meh review, humor is subjective.
