A review by adiajamille
Quietly Hostile by Samantha Irby

slow-paced

3.0

This was my first Samantha Irby book. The self deprecation was just too nonstop for me. It made me feel like she actually hates herself but wants to mask it with jokes. There were disgusting (for me, I can’t deal with poo and there’s a lot), and occasionally funny, and to an extent very relatable. I’m not so concerned with the lack of continuity between essays, because that’s kind of the point of books filled with essays. That you share individual vignettes compiled in one place. I don’t know if I’m the audience, despite being a perimenopausal Black woman. 
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