![]() Whether Samantha Irby is talking about how her difficult childhood has led to a problem in making “adult” budgets explaining why she should be the new Bachelorette (she's "35-ish, but could easily pass for 60-something") detailing a disastrous pilgrimage-slash-romantic-vacation to Nashville to scatter her estranged father's ashes sharing awkward sexual encounters or dispensing advice on how to navigate friendships with former drinking buddies who are now suburban moms (hang in there for the Costco loot!) she’s as deft at poking fun at the ghosts of her past self as she is at capturing powerful emotional truths. If the world is a dumpster fire, then this book is the cache of fireworks that shoots out of the flames and lights up the night. "A sidesplitting polemicist for the most awful situations.”- The New York Times We Are Never Meeting in Real Life is life as written by blood and viscera and fluids and heart, a near to bursting bright red, beating throbbing fighting heart. ![]() ![]() This essay collection from the “bitches gotta eat” blogger, writer on Hulu’s Shrill and HBO's And Just Like That, and “one of our country’s most fierce and foulmouthed authors” (Amber Tamblyn, Vulture) is sure to make you alternately cackle with glee and cry real tears. ![]()
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