A review by miistical
Wow, No Thank You. by Samantha Irby

funny lighthearted fast-paced

2.0

This season on Americana Horror Story.

If I hadn't skipped to the end, I would not have finished this book. I almost DNF'd around page 100, but forced myself through as much as I could. Granted, that wasn't much considering the amount I barely even skimmed, but I got to the end. All I can say is: cringe.

Since I am 100% not the target demographic for Irby, I'm not going to ding her on the content too harshly. Like she states (over and over and over and over), she's 40 and doesn't understand The Youths. As a certified Youth™, discussions about her career, her relationship as a wife and stepmom, and her health are pretty foreign topics. However, her formatting and voice are things I can complain about.

At the beginning, I clicked with her tone and blase attitude, but it went downhill from there. Some of the chapters were way too repetitive, the chapters that weren't had very erratic and confusing transitions between paragraphs, and every essay seemed like she put little to no effort into editing it. The way she speaks ages her immediately with some of the most millennial-type writing I've ever read. Everything felt too crass and not at all as vulnerable or really honest as I thought it would be nor as funny as I was expecting. Her choices, in life and in writing, befuddle me and if one of my own friends were like this, I'd try to slap some sense into her. This all really just felt like I was listening to my older sister—and that is not a compliment.