Book Review: We Are Never Meeting in Real Life by Samantha Irby

Dear Bookworms,

So this week’s read was chosen for two reasons. 1) To fulfill an item from my 2017 Reading Challenge, "a book with a cat on the cover" & 2) because it was recommended by Jenny Lawson (read my reviews of her latest book here and book signing here) and we all know how much I adore her and her brand of fuckery. 


We Are Never Meeting in Real Life is a collection of essays written by Samantha Irby, author of the popular blog, I was (shamefully) not a follower of her blog but you can bet after finishing up with this masterpiece, I will be shamelessly stalking the hell out of that thing. Her essays take us through both intense and hilarious times in her life, told with much the same kind of humor found in Jenny Lawson's writings.

She has a knack for tackling difficult subjects with her crass sense of humor coupled with her self deprecating bluntness; which of course made for some quality entertainment. Irbys essays are not for the faint of heart or prudish readers out here. It is loud, and brash with enough swear word-jar money potential to most likely end world hunger.

She kept me giggling, cringing, grinning, and even snorting for the entirety of the book. How could you not when she regales us readers with gems like the time she ate her fathers ashes, or when she was forced to take a explosive diarrhea poop out of the the side of a car on a backed up intersection during a blizzard?

These essays are a thing of beauty, people!

 As someone who also enjoys my screen time, and desire to curl up at home and not be bothered with peopleing, I can relate to her on so many levels. Do yourselves a favor and go ahead and add this one to your TBR pile, you can thank me later. 

Catch y'all next week!