I decided, when I finally started using my library membership, that I was finally going to read all those celebrity memoirs I’d been putting off. On my list: Bossypants by Tina Fey, Yes Please by Amy Poehler, Not That Kind of Girl by Lena Dunham, You’re Never Weird on the Internet by Felicia Day, so on, so forth, etc, etc.
Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? was the first one that was actually available. I didn’t have to place a hold or anything. So great.
…Not so great.
I wouldn’t call myself Mindy Kaling’s biggest fan. I’ve seen a few episodes of The Mindy Project. I enjoyed it well enough. I saw her occasionally when I’d catch The Office. But I’ve seen a lot of interviews and quotes from her, and she always seems so down-to-earth and funny. She’s friends with unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. What could go wrong?
Well, first off, this book is not funny. I mean, I guess I did a light chuckle a couple times, but that happens in most books I read. I thought a book by a “comedic genius” would have me LOL-ing. LMAO-ing. ROFL-ing, even. No such luck. I wondered if I was missing something. Maybe I just didn’t get it?
This book is all over the place. The jokes fell flat. A lot of the essays veered into unfunny political incorrectness. Most of the time it was just confused.
It was, unfortunately, a terrible first choice for my foray into celebrity memoirs. Hopefully I’ll choose better next time.
For my 2016 reading challenge, I’m crossing off #15: a book written by a celebrity.