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*A New York Times Bestseller*Sometimes you just have to laugh, even when life is a dumpster fire. With We Are Never Meeting in Real Life., “bitches gotta eat” blogger and comedian Samantha Irby turns the serio-comic essay into an art form. Whether talking about how her difficult childhood has led to a problem in making “adult” budgets, explaining why she should be the new*A New York Times Bestseller*Sometimes you just have to laugh, even when life is a dumpster fire. With We Are Never Meeting in Real Life., “bitches gotta eat” blogger and comedian Samantha Irby turns the serio-comic essay into an art form. Whether 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....

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We are Never Meeting in Real Life. Reviews

  • Roxane
    2019-05-14 17:26

    Reading Samantha Irby’s We Are Never Meeting In Real Life cracked my heart all the way open. The essays in this outstanding collection are full of her signature humor, wit, and charming self-deprecation but there is so much more to her writing. For every laugh, there is a bittersweet moment that could make you cry. From black women and mental health to the legacies created by poverty to dating while living in an all too human body, Irby lays bare the beautiful, uncompromising truths of her life. I cannot remember the last time I was so moved by a book. We Are Never Meeting in Real Life is as close to perfect as an essay collection can get.

  • karen
    2019-05-20 15:45

    oooh, goodreads choice awards semifinalist for best humor book! what will happen?i read this book because it was free, blurbed by jenny lawson, and it had a cat on the cover, thus combining three of my favorite things.i am not blog-savvy, so i’d never heard of the author before, but i needed a nonfiction title to read for this month, and i really really needed something funny, so this seemed to be the perfect choice, and finding another funny lady-writer for the future would just be icing on the cake. i think if i had read her first book or followed her blog, i would have gotten into this one more easily; that inevitable carry-over appreciation/indulgence would have been in the background as i read this. she has certain writerly idiosyncrasies, like invoking imaginary people in the second person, “your aunt Karen,” “ your grandma’s favorite adhesive bandages,” “your recently retired fifth-grade teacher” that threw me for a loop at first, but i think the bigger problem is that our funny bones just don’t align. the first essay is her filled-out application for the television show The Bachelorette, which she loves. i’m 90% sure this was just for her own use and she never actually submitted it, which is too bad, because i think it would have been a more interesting essay if she had gone through the interview process after filling out the forms with these honest/humorous responses. Name: Samantha McKiver IrbyAge: 35ish (but I could pass for forty-seven to fifty-two, easily; sixtysomething if I stay up all night)Gender: passably femaleetc etc etc down to the longer responsesHave you ever had a temporary restraining order issued against someone or had one issued against you? If so, please give details and dates:No, but when I was nineteen, I used to stalk this dude I went to high school with. I would close up the bread shop where I worked, take one of the loaves that was intended for donation to the soup kitchen, then drive my car to his parent’s house and park close enough to see inside, but far enough away to be inconspicuous. Then I would sit there with the engine running, tearing off chunks of apple-cinnamon bread and listening to De La Soul while imagining our life together.I am a deeply troubled person.Are you genuinely looking to get married, and why?Honestly? I don’t know, homie. Marriage seems so hard. I mean, even the ones on television look like they just take so much goddamned work. I’m lazy. Plus, getting out of one seems ridiculously expensive. And then when you get divorced, after all of the crying and draining of mutual bank accounts before your partner gets a chance to, you have to cut the children in half, which is probably very bloody and messy. You know, what I really need is someone who remembers to rotate this meaty pre-corpse toward the sun every couple of days and tries to get me to stop spending my money like a goddamn NBA lottery’s about ten pages of that. and it just doesn’t speak to my personal sense of humor. it was trying too hard, feels too contrived overall, and as an introduction to her as a writer, it was not promising. it’s hard to articulate what i do find funny; it’s hard for anyone, i reckon. it’s a purely visceral response, but what i like about jenny lawson, for example is how … unexpected she is. i laugh almost as a startled response to something i hadn't seen coming, in love with the way her mind makes connections. i didn’t hate the essay - in fact, this response tickled my high-five response, if not my laughter-mechanism:Please describe your ideal mate in terms of physical attraction and in terms of personality attraction.Physical attraction? Not a real thing. If, at thirty-six years old, I'm sitting over here talking about chiseled abs and perfect teeth, then I am undeserving of genuine romantic love. I have slept with a handful of conventionally attractive humans, the prettiest of whom was this dude who worked at Best Buy and kind of resembled "So Anxious"-era Ginuwine. He was boring and lazy and totally caught off guard when I pointed those facts out to him. No one ever tells attractive children how much they suck, and then the rest of us get stuck with insufferable, narcissistic adults who can barely tie their shoes because someone else is busy either doing it for them or congratulating them on their effort. I do not have the energy to be in a relationship with someone exceptionally good-looking.the rest of the book is better than that opening essay, but it's not really a collection of humor pieces, just broadly biographical essays about the men she dated, the woman she married, betrayals of the body that led to her pooping in the snow on the side of a traffic-jammed road or having an anxiety attack in a subway parking lot. they all have humorous bits in them, but also a lot of failed relationships, a suicide attempt, racism, homophobia, abuse, chronic health conditions, and death. the piece entitled "happy birthday" is the blackest of ironies. her humor is deployed as a kind of shield, joking about the deaths of her parents and about the man who came to fix the toilet when she was thirteen and presented his penis to her:"You wanna touch it?" he offered hopefully."Oh, no, thank you!" I replied with a forced cheerfulness, like I was at a friend's house turning down his mom's offer of a second helping of peas. (JUST GET TO THE DESSERT, DIANE.)"No? Really?!" he asked in disbelief. "Not even a chubby girl like you?"What does that even mean? It's not like he was standing there holding a warm loaf of banana bread - I might have taken him up on that. But it was just an old, semi-flaccid pervert penis: What the fuck did my chubby have to do with his chubby?!so, yeah, there's humor, but it's not always ha-ha humor; there's a squirm to it. and i was in no way emotionally prepared to read the penultimate essay, in which she euthanized her cat helen keller, with whom she'd had an antagonistic relationship throughout the book, and even though i understand joking through pain and the difference between what you present to your audience and what you feel in your heart, it was less than a month after my most beloved maggie was herself euthanized, and even though there was a touching farewell moment in the essay, there was also some wisecracking and humor-armor, and i was absolutely not in the right headspace to handle dying-cat humor.for the most part, i enjoyed this book, even though it wasn't the hilarious jaunt i'd been expecting to take my mind off of stuff and things. it's voicey as fuck, which i appreciate, and we share a lot of the same ideas about the glory of junk food (Weight Watchers is for quitters who are in denial about how good ribs taste), the pleasures of solitude, the horrors of exercise, the tyranny of summer (Wouldn't you rather be dead than hot?), the way that jobs involving politeness to the public at large are soul-grinding, and even though we are never meeting in real life, i think we'd share a lot of common ground and have some laughs together, regardless of what she says on the matter.but if we ever DID meet in real life, the first thing i would say to her would be “WHAT’S NUMBER TWO??” because in the essay a total attack of the heart, you will find the following:Two things happened that forced me to finally have the “sometimes I have a disproportionately rage-filled response to otherwise harmless shit” talk with my doctor. (1) I was at work and the worst person in the world came in to buy dog food.and the anecdote goes on from there and then broadens into generalities without ever getting back to (2). it’s like waiting for the other shoe to drop - FOREVER.but she made up for it by stating the truest truth of them all:…Easter has the best candy, so of course it was my favorite. To this day, I weep like a child when those purple bags of Cadbury Mini Eggs show up in the Walgreens seasonal aisle at the first dawn of, a positive three-stars from me, with the expectation that you (and your aunt judy) will like it even more...

  • Debbie
    2019-04-26 19:47

    4.7 stars, all a-laugh while rounding upWow! If I weren’t reviewing this sort of officially, I would be shouting out happy expletives! But I feel like I must not go all R-rated.Speaking of cuss words—a warning to all those who don’t appreciate them: there are A LOT of 4-letter words here. In fact, there is A LOT of raunch. I’m all for raunch, but this is uber-raunch. There is one sort of long graphic sex scene that almost ruined the book for me. I don’t know why she had to go there; it seemed to detract from her story rather than add to it. She made it funny, so I guess she was going for honesty and humor and a little shock effect. Considering how I didn’t like the uber-raunch, imagine how much I loved the rest of the book to give it 5 stars! Maybe my favorite line ever: "Wouldn't you rather be dead than hot?"Definitely my favorite dedication ever: To KlonopinOkay, so you might be wondering, what does this 60-something white heterosexual woman have in common with a 30-something black lesbian woman? A lot more than you might think. For example, since I’m an inside bunny (and yes, I’m embarrassed and ashamed of myself, but damn it, I am also proud), her list of all the bad things about the great outdoors, such as bugs, bees, and scourging heat, made my head sing in glee. And her list of all the good things about staying the hell inside made me an even happier (indoor) camper. Her harangue against sun-worshippers totally endeared her to me. I wanted to say “Oh oh oh, and don’t forget to add this to the list, Samantha,” my head churning with additional urgent bulleted items.Listen to one of her observations about sun-worshippers:"You dudes frying under the sun at the beach can't really expect the rest of us to believe that you enjoy painfully peeling your seared flesh from plastic chairs while everyone in the restaurant is staring at the armpit stubble revealed by your tank tops, can you?"A true confession (for my dear super literary friends, I hide behind my TV in semi-embarrassment): We both like trashy TV. (Okay, and I like many movie and TV masterpieces, too, I really do.) Since she told the world, I’m feeling pumped to admit it too. There are many other similarities but who cares (translated: I’m not as open or brave as she is to divulge stuff). But all this just made the read that much more un-put-down-able.But hell, I wouldn’t have to have a lot in common with her because her world view is so fascinating, it transcends all the demographic markers. It doesn’t matter who you are, you’re liable to laugh at Samantha’s weird cat, Helen Keller, and their tumultuous relationship. I couldn’t relate to it all, for sure (the dating scene, the angst that accompanies your 20s and 30s), but I lapped it all up because she is just so damn funny and smart.Some of her stories that completely entertained me:-An imaginary questionnaire for Bachelorette applicants, for which she supplies hilarious answers.-A detailed description of her life as a long-time worker at a vet’s office.-The chapter titled, “Fuck It, Bitch. Stay Fat.”-Her story about turning a boyfriend into a friend.-Her story about acquiring a cat.Most of my total love of this book comes from the fact that the author is a master comedian. Sure, she sometimes pokes fun at people, but mostly she’s poking fun at herself. I just love how self-effacing she is—that honesty is so endearing and makes me feel like I know her (yes, I KNOW we’re never meeting in real life). I can’t help it, I’m a sucker for laughs, especially when cynicism and absurdity, all wrapped up in brilliant observations, take front and center, like it does here.But it’s not all fun and games. This woman has some serious health problems (Crohn’s disease, big-time arthritis, depression) and she describes so well how this impacts her everyday life, her social interactions, her self-confidence, and her self-consciousness. As I got more and more attached to her, the more deeply sad I felt about all the physical and mental pain she has had to endure—and she’s just in her 30s. But it’s clear, by the way she writes, that she absolutely is not writing for sympathy, which makes me all the more sympathetic. Her sad childhood and her serious ailments together make her wise; her writing is punctuated with plenty of buds of wisdom. Besides the over-the-top sex scene that I didn’t like, I had two other complaints. At first, it seemed like she was trying to be too clever. But as I kept reading, I didn’t notice the self-consciousness any more. I don’t know whether she got more relaxed or whether I was just falling under her spell. Also, she makes a lot of pop culture references, and 90 percent of them I didn’t get, which was frustrating. I didn’t want to sit there googling terms every time I ran into something I didn’t know; I didn’t want constant story interruptus. (Here, we do see the one problem with our age difference.) I was smug and felt cool that I got one reference: We both watch the great new series called Queen Sugar, which I desperately hope has been renewed for next year.The book is full of great quotes. I was so excited by her true stories, I found myself copying a bunch of good quotes and sending them off to friends.Here’s a favorite:"During our last training session, right after I'd completed seven of the 50 sit-ups she'd asked me to do, she said, 'You're my most disappointing client.' And I interpreted that as 'This tiny human says it's okay for me to keep eating red meat and cupcakes in bed.'”I’ve read a few funny memoirs by young-ish blogger women, including Hyperbole and a Half: Unfortunate Situations, Flawed Coping Mechanisms, Mayhem, and Other Things That Happened by Allie Brosh (an absolute favorite), Let's Pretend This Never Happened: A Mostly True Memoir by Jenny Lawson, and Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? by Mindy Kaling. I liked them all, but We Are Never Meeting in Real Life definitely wins second place, losing only to Hyperbole and a Half.Funny, it was the title that drew me in from the start. I have a good friend on Goodreads whom over a few years I’ve developed a great friendship with—we talk almost daily. I’ve told her numerous times that we are never meeting in real life. She threatens to show up on my doorstep one day, lol. I don’t like this book cover because I don’t like it when cats look mean. I’m a cat lover and I like my cats looking nice or even just stoic. I really don’t like looking at a pissed off cat, all fang-y and scary. I don’t like looking at mean or pissed off people either, so it’s not surprising I prefer to see chilled-out, cool cats.I love it that the author put that period at the end of her title: We Are Never Meeting in Real Life. (PERIOD) I’m sure we’re supposed to read that period out loud. Because she really really means it. I hear you, Samantha Irby. I know we're never meeting in real life, but you threw it all out there so vividly and honestly, I feel like I HAVE met you in real life.Thanks to NetGalley for the advance copy.(P.S. Man, this review ended up being way too long. I understand if you decided you had to unload the dishwasher instead of reading my ramble.)

  • Hannah
    2019-05-10 14:24

    Wonderful, honest, hilarious, brilliant, raw, and did I mention hilarious?I am a big fan of memoirs, especially those written by women funnier than me, and this is one of the best I have read so far. I adore the way Samantha Irby's language flows, with her perfectly placed expletives; there is just a poetry to it that I can't quite describe (the best kinds of voices are like that, I find). More than that, her essays are perfectly structured in a way that isn't obvious from the beginning and once I settled into the rhythm of her writing I found it absolutely hypnotizing. Samantha Irby's writing worked best for me when her topics were deeply personal ones - such as her childhood but also her unsuccessful relationships. I loved reading about her finally finding a partner for life and it just shines through her whole writing how beyond in love she is and how much she adores her wife. I like that - I like that there is positivity offsetting some of the negativity but that she still remains fundamentally the same person. I like when relationships do that to people.She made me snort, she made me laugh and she made me tear up. She made me think about things I haven't thought about, she made me agree with her so much (and sometimes not so much), she made me admit to myself things I haven't before (yes, I also need so much time for myself that I sometimes even like being in a long distance relationship). In short: I loved this a lot. ___I received an arc of this book curtesy of NetGalley and Knopf Doubleday Publishing in exchange for an honest review. Thanks for that!

  • Kelly (and the Book Boar)
    2019-05-15 17:45

    Find all of my reviews at:’s just get things out of the way and address the pink elephant in the room. The title of this one alone almost gave me an out of body experience and most definitely had me saying . . . . Then she added in a homeless-as-fuck looking kitten for the cover art as a bonus and I was sold.(Have no fear, Samantha Irby, I am far too lazy to actually leave the comfort of my couch in order to stalk you properly. It shall strictly be via the intertubes.)Several years ago I had a bit of what you might call an addiction to the blogosphere. It started with The Bloggess and other “mommy blogs” like People I Want To Punch In The Throat and several more I can’t remember the name of now and also Hyperbole and a Half and I Can Has Cheezburger (because DUH) and Shit My Dad Says and Damn You Autocorrect and Texts From Last Night and Texts from Bennett and Parents Shouldn’t Text and one about what a dog’s texts would say and on and on and on. Now I know this might seem insane to you guys, but I’m actually pretty fucking good at what I do for a living. And if you think I read fast? Well, you should see how quickly I can draft and file a pleading or create a closing binder. Like a boss, yo. Long story long, with an entire universe of fellow weirdos right at my fingertips and zero desire to interact with actual, real-life humans - like EVER – the rabbit hole became harder and harder to pull myself out of once I got in and I knew I could end up getting fired if I let myself go there at work. Then Jenny Lawson wrote a seriously disappointing second book that made me realize our pretend friendship probably wouldn’t work out so well after all and the entire imaginary bubble burst so I quit blogs pretty much cold turkey (and began to focus on memes and gifs – lucky you). All this is being disclosed to let you know I had never heard of Samanthy Irby before seeing this title so I can provide zero insight as to whether this is fresh material or simply “upcycled” content from Bitches Gotta Eat that has been repackaged with a mangy cat on the front.As soon as I saw this thing (somewhere at some time ‘cause y’all know my momma must have dropped me on my head a time or twelve since I cannot remember shit), I ran straight to NetGalley in order to get a copy. Then I noticed the publication date had already passed and forced politely requested the porny library order a copy. Which they did (probably because they’re scared of me by now, but whatever it takes, right?). Oh and NetGalley? You can go ahead and decline me. You know you want to and since I managed to land a copy already there’s no need to keep pretending you’re not going to . . . . Good news is, since this wasn’t an ARC I’m allowed to quote it. And quote it I must because you need to know if your big girl panties are actually large enough to handle what Ms. Irby is about to throw at you – a/k/a I’m pretty sure you probably need to be at least 72% asshole to truly find her relatable. Lucky for me I’m 97.4% asshole so she was my lobster.Shall we start with the sewer rat looking mah fah with the yellow backdrop? That’s Helen Keller. Irby was forced to take her in as a roommate when a co-worker brought her crusty eyeballed self in to the animal clinic for saving and they couldn’t force her on anyone else with a clear conscience . . . . “Could you imagine if Helen was your boyfriend? You’d wake up at five thirty in the morning for work, tiptoe around so you don’t wake up His Highness, stub your toe in the dark multiple times while hastily dressing in clothes that you won’t realize don’t go together until you’re out in daylight waiting for the bus, and spend twelve hours slaving under a brutish dictator, only to come home and find that your companion is lying in the exact spot in which you left him. Except now that the sun is up, you see that his stinky body is curled around that sweater so new you haven’t even had a chance to take the tags off yet. And then what does he do? Get up to greet you with a kiss and a shoulder rub? No, that animal yawns in your face before taking a shit with the door open and asking how soon you can get dinner ready.”And then she wrote literally an experience I have at least weekly with someone I work with . . . “Joanna . . . asked me the other day to give her the name of a good book I’d read recently, and . . . I stood in front of her for, like, three real minutes cycling through every book I’ve rated on Goodreads in the last three months trying to determine which one would be the most impressive. I just stood there with my ears on fire wondering if I should just say A Little Life because no one would think you were dumb if you made it all the way through a seven-hundred-plus-page book. And I didn’t; I did not make it through that book, because a quarter of the way in, this other book about teenagers in love that I wanted to read came out, so I abandoned the smart shit to spend an afternoon sobbing over a story about children.”Not to mention how she once had to pay twenty-seven dollars IN ONE DAY to the swear jar her boss put on her desk (please boss, don’t ever do this, I can’t afford it), or how she spent her formative years waiting for the moment Drake would get up out of that wheelchair on Degrassi and come for her, or that she’d rather be dead than hot in the summer, or that she knows not only all of the cast members of The Real Housewives of Atlanta (past and present), but also all of their children, pets and significant others by name, or when buying a garment for the pool she’d like to request to “see your most opaque turtleneckini and your finest ankle-length swim bloomers,” and admits to having things called “outside pajamas” . . . . And then she told a diarrhea on the side of the road story . . . . . That was the moment my husband and manchild “shushed” me because I was making it hard for them to concentrate on the ever-so-important MLB draft because apparently we’re getting a cut out of the signing bonuses this year or something?????Maybe the most amazing thing of all is how Irby was able to mix in some real talk and serious subject matter and still keep it light (excluding one thing which I am TOTALLY going to spoil below so you don’t go in unprepared like me). She didn’t shy away from sharing about her abusive upbringing and a run-in with a pervy weirdo, her sexuality, medical problems, etc., but never in a “please pity me” way. She even offered some real truth big gals need to hear right now in case they think they aren’t allowed to have any self-worth just because they’re fat. Simply put, Samantha Irby wrote something amazing. I’ll definitely be picking up her first book Meaty sometime.Now for the spoilsies. The goddamn cat died . . . . .If you’re a fan, this is probably old news, but it wasn’t to me and even though Irby tried to keep it light, I still ended up looking like this at bedtime . . . . None of y’all need to go through that.

  • Jenny (Reading Envy)
    2019-05-16 19:36

    I loved these essays. They were reminiscent to me of a combination of Roxane Gay and Jenny Lawson, in their ability to confront tough issues and situations head-on (in this case - poverty, disability, weight, race, sex, among many other things) with a dark humor and open honesty that most of us can never dare get to. I laughed out loud at several points and I felt furtive reading them on vacation with my very conservative mother in the same room, in the very best way. Now I really want to check out Samantha Irby's blog, bitches gotta eat.Thanks to Goodreads for choosing me for this giveaway!

  • Mariah
    2019-05-24 18:40

    Blah... I have read so many books like this and yet I seem to keep picking them up and not being impressed. The author shared random moments and stories from her life and she was funny enough to entertain me, but not good enough for me to recommend her book..."Sometimes you just have to laugh, even when life is a dumpster fire. With We Are Never Meeting in Real Life., "bitches gotta eat" blogger and comedian Samantha Irby turns the serio-comic essay into an art form. Whether 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."

  • Thomas
    2019-05-26 12:44

    Vulnerable and real, this book made other people laugh but had me amused at best. I just do not know if I have the capacity to find books funny? Like, I do not think I have ever given a "humor" book five stars. Still, I appreciate what Samantha Irby does with We Are Never Meeting in Real Life: she uses her unique voice to talk about issues like fatphobia, mental health among black women, messy relationships, and more. Overall, recommended to people who want a humorous read that may prioritize potential for laughs over depth of insight.Also, I did chuckle at the line when she asks her partner "has anyone in the patriarchy oppressed you lately?" before having sex with her. Because I would totally do that, too.

  • Nenia ✨ Queen of Literary Trash, Protector of Out-of-Print Gems, Khaleesi of Bodice Rippers, Mother of Smut, the Unrepentant, Breaker of Convention ✨ Campbell
    2019-05-20 14:21

    Instagram || Twitter || Facebook || Amazon || PinterestIt is a truth universally acknowledged that a cat lady in want of cat pictures is going to buy your goddamn book if you slap a cat on it. Also, Yaa Gyasi's HOMEGOING was kicking my butt all over the place emotionally (yes, butts can be emotional, thanks), so I decided that my ARC of WE ARE NEVER MEETING IN REAL LIFE would be just the thing to revitalize my drained repository of feels.I WAS WRONG.Don't get me wrong. WE ARE NEVER MEETING IN REAL LIFE is funny. It's the crude kind of funny appropriated by YouTube celebs, but unlike most of the YouTube celebs I've read, Irby knows where to draw the line. Each expletive is delivered with deadly precision, each risque phrase meant to drive home a singular point or idea. Samantha Irby swears like a pro, and like a pro, she does it with finesse.What surprised me the most, however, was not the swearing, but the gravitas of this book. Irby talks about some very difficult subjects, like racism, dieting, body image, sex, masturbation, depression, dismal childhoods, alcoholism (specifically living with someone with alcoholism), and discrimination. I wasn't expecting something so gritty, and even though Irby delivered these topics with the same candidness and humor as she did less weighty topics, I found myself struggling to get through some of these passages - not because I didn't appreciate them, but because I wanted to appreciate them, and had to get myself into the proper mindset to take in everything fully, which sometimes meant taking breaks to absorb what I'd read.There are a lot of really decent memoirs coming out this year. WE ARE NEVER MEETING IN REAL LIFE is one of them. I'll have to see about getting my hands on some of her other work; her style may be unconventional, but it is entertaining and thought-provoking in equal measure.Thanks to Netgalley/the publisher for the review copy! 3 to 3.5 stars

  • Tory
    2019-05-21 16:33

    So I don't know if Irby and I just have totally different senses of humor, or if it's just that she thinks she's about 500x funnier than she actually is. At least in MY reading of her book of collected essays, she came across less as self-deprecating and way more as an anxious, washed-up character stepped in bathos, who simply makes me relish my inconsequential, NORMAL life. I'm not wondering what people think of me when I take a bathroom key, so apparently I'm more of a functional human being than she is? I did laugh outright at her depiction of steaming diarrhea on the side of the road, hanging out from a college bro-dude's car -- and beyond that, I had to force myself to finish the book. There's only so much whining about wanting to watch trash TV that really can be conveyed as clever or insightful -- after a certain point, you just sound like a spoiled child with trash tastes.

  • Rissa
    2019-05-20 15:44

    3.75⭐️I really enjoyed some of the stories. Some made me laugh out loud and wish she was my best friend. But other stories were, well, just her real life. Which believe me some peoples life is crazy and dramatic all the time but i found some stories to be unnecessary or a bit too long. Otherwise it is a highly entertaining novel.

  • David Yoon
    2019-05-01 19:42

    So yeah, Samantha Irby is hella funny and her latest book has some legit bona fides with blurbs from Roxanne Gay and the New York Times Book Review. And I get how this could be the perfect literary diversion, but it reads like the Platonic ideal of a hilarious blogger who writes a book. Each chapter is like a long form blogpost, perfect in it’s ability to invoke a wry chuckle, reading it over your morning coffee while avoiding work in the early hours of the day. I can imagine the appropriate gif to append to an appreciative, post-blog comment. And just as quickly it’s gone, the browser tab shut down as you return your focus to the work you’re supposed to be doing. The book feels like a collection of these posts and are just as forgettable. Wonderful distractions in the moment but ultimately nothing stuck with me a week later.

  • Krista Regester
    2019-05-22 17:22 first call would most certainly not be to a dude who says LIE-BARRY and is afraid to try artichokes.Does Samantha Irby understand that she is a goddess? Does she know that she may be the funniest person to bless this goddamned earth? Her life seems to be a series of crazy situations that - yes she may have gotten herself into - but doesn't know exactly how. I love love love this book and I want to pay Sam to be my friend. Which seems like something she would be into. ;)

  • Theresa Alan
    2019-05-03 17:47

    I smiled and chuckled my way through this collection of essays. I love humorous essays, but this is the first time I’ve read a collection by a black author. There were differences, but I identified with a lot of what she talked about. We’re both from the north shore suburbs of Chicago, I’ve also battled the depression she describes, and while my health issues are different than hers, I understand.Parts of this collection are very funny; others poignant and sad. There are so many lines I’d like to quote but can’t because I’m reading an ARC (advance reader copy) uncorrected proof. I will definitely buy her first collection MEATY. Thanks to NetGalley for the opportunity to review this book. For more of my reviews, please visit:

  • jv poore
    2019-05-19 14:46

    After reading this, I would very much like to meet Ms. Irby in real life.

  • Rachel León
    2019-05-21 17:21

    I *love* Samantha Irby, like seriously love her. Irby writes with so much honesty and bravery it kills me. Her books have destroyed me. They make me laugh AND cry. Actually as much as I loved Meaty, I think this one is even better. It's just as personal, funny, and poignant, but it's almost like Meaty on steroids. I laughed out loud several times, which is not something I typically do when I read something funny. I'm usually amused, not roaring with laughter. But Irby is hilarious. I love Curbside Splendor, the small press that published Meaty, but I'm thrilled that this book is published by a major publisher because I want Irby to have a larger audience. Her talent is huge and she should be widely read. I really hope this forthcoming essay collection has the success Irby deserves because it's such a truly great read.

  • CaseyTheCanadianLesbrarian
    2019-05-15 17:43

    I LOVED THIS. Its hilarity was matched only by its unwavering frankness while Irby tackles topics as diverse as growing up poor, awkward strap-on sex, depression, reality TV, dating, race, her bitchy cat, being fat, her parents' deaths, changing relationships in your 30s (ie, your drinking pals become suburban moms), etc. I found myself laughing out loud a lot but also wowed by how she gets to the heart of things and voices emotional truths. Also, how did it take me this long to discover Irby, since she's a bisexual writer whose sense of humour is so up my alley. Brb, going to read everything she has ever written.

  • Taylor Reid
    2019-05-22 17:27

    Samantha Irby is so insanely funny. Her voice is so real and so comfortable and lovely to have in your head.

  • Theresa
    2019-05-25 16:49

    Irby's chapter endings are an excellent study in dropping the mic.

  • Hollie
    2019-05-25 12:44

    All of my reviews can be found here: browsing Jenny Lawson’s blog one day, I saw a mention of the author ‘Samantha Irby’. I am always intrigued by authors that my ‘faves’ recommend or who are friends with each other and so I immediately popped on to my Goodreads and hunted for Irby’s book. The cover immediately struck me. It has a bedraggled, grumpy kitten on it, who wouldn’t be intrigued by that?! I immediately got the e-book and started reading. 3 months later, I am still reading.This year, I have read almost fifty books. Each book has taken me under a month (the average reading time being one-two weeks) to read and that is because I have been motivated to read them all. This book just did not get me motivated. I’ve actually had a really hard time reading this book, which is a shocker. I usually love books like this. There are days where I would rather pick up a book like Irby’s or Lawson’s and bunker down all day, rather than a fictional novel where I can get lost in a different world.I just did not connect with the author AT ALL. I don’t like to get sucked into drama or gossip but I have seen on a number of platforms that some fans like to berate those who do not enjoy this book or feel as though they cannot connect with the author. I will say this – You can call me privileged or anything, this will not change my feelings about the book. I do not deny that Irby has struggled in life and has had some emotional hardships but again, this will not make me enjoy the book. I have no criticism of Irby as a person, I just didn’t enjoy reading 288 pages of her writing. I’ll just leave that out there without being mean or anything, I just feel the need to say this and shield myself.So again – I did not connect with Samantha Irby. I feel that if you are to read a memoir or autobiography or any type of book where someone is telling you about their lives and is trying to be humorous about it, you need to connect with them to understand where they are coming from. I did not enjoy the humour in this book (I found no humour..), I did not enjoy the stories, and I felt that Irby’s writing was too harsh sometimes. I found the author to be quite judgmental and I feel like she would look down on me because I vote, love animals, am not lazy, etc. I feel like I do everything that the author wrinkles her own nose at. Samantha Irby is just a very different person from who I am and I feel that the reason I could not enjoy her book was that we would never get along in real life.I think my main issue with the book is the crass and harsh essays that come out of it. I couldn’t stand any time she spoke of her cat. She hates animals and never wanted the little dying kitten that came into her life. She even used to check if it had died yet and she complains about owning her all the way through the book. I am a hardcore animal lover. If you read any of my reviews about animal fiction, you will get this. I felt she went too far when she was talking about the dying kitten and how she was just waiting for it to pass. I definitely sat reading that with disdain.I don’t give up books but that nearly made me put this down.You also need to be ready for some graphic poop stories, which seem to pop up all over the place.In all honesty, I just really did not like the book (if you didn’t get that already). I cannot speak about each individual essay because some of them were boring and also, it’s taken me so long to read this book that I can’t remember what a lot of them were about. There is also little fluidity to the book which would help me remember what I had just read. Since the writing style is actually like the author speaking, I can tell you I didn’t like that either. It felt lazy and monotone and I had little desire to continue reading.I just know now that this author isn’t for me. I am glad a lot of people like her and relate. I am glad she is a success after reading some of the sad stuff about her life but I will not be recommending the book or looking for more books by her.I hope that this has not sounded too harsh.I am going to give this one star. Unfortunately, that’s all I can give.

  • Sarah
    2019-05-24 12:36

    3.5 rounded downI'll be honest, I was mostly attracted by the adorable kitten on the cover. That and I've been in the mood for memoirs/essay collections recently. I'd never heard of Samantha Irby before, but found a lot of these essays incredibly relatable and funny, although I did find that this petered out a bit towards the end, and I didn't like the last handful of essays as much as the others.

  • LornaDH
    2019-05-22 17:42

    Thanks to Netgalley and the publisher for the chance to read this book. It made me laugh and cry and I might have ignored my kid so I could finish reading it. Ten stars.

  • Oreoandlucy
    2019-05-14 18:39

    More reviews are available on my blog:https://reviewsofbooksonmynightstand....I love a good book consisting of comedic essays.  Samantha Irby did not disappoint.  I laughed out loud as Irby describes how she hides from children she babysits so that she doesn't have to help with math homework and models clothes for her cat, Helen Keller.  Irby also described her difficult childhood that was a challenge to read but many readers will feel a connection to.  The essays in this book reminded me of the books by Jenny Lawson, another super funny writer.  I really enjoyed the escape that this book gave me and anyone who is looking to have a few good laughs should definitely read this book.

  • Meghan
    2019-05-09 17:36

    I suggest Samantha Irby for fans of Lindy West, Luvvie Ayaji, Roxane Gay, and those who like their humor a little more real and less mannered than, say, the typical NPR or New Yorker fare. These essays are so funny and sometimes gross. They also provided me with validation I didn't know I needed for working the same job for a long, long time, and also for never wanting people to come over to my house.

  • Dana Essigman
    2019-04-30 12:24

    She dedicates the book to Klonopin. What more do you need to know?

  • texas
    2019-04-29 12:19

    Anyone who doesn't read this book is a fool! I hereby plan to reread it at least once a year until I die.

  • La La
    2019-05-03 20:23

    *I decided on two stars - 2.5 on the blog.I am not going to rate this title at this time. I have to weigh the positives against the negatives. It isn't because I don't like this style of humor, or "get" her type of humor, because I do, but there is a finesse to it and many of these essays don't have it.I was led to believe this was a body positive book, but making larger than average size women seem gross, lazy, and depicting them as unhealthy eaters is not going to do this. There are parts about dating, and deciphering what love truly means that are painfully enlightening, but the descriptions of gross bodies, aggression towards pets, saying changing your diet doesn't help symptoms of gastrointestinal diseases (when gastro specialists do recommend special diets for her specific malady. I know because my son has it and he will be the first to tell you diet affects his symptoms).What I got from this book was mostly, "I tried what you suggested once for 27 seconds and it didn't help me so f#¢k off, and I have an excuse for everything else. She doesn't shave her pits because she doesn't want to, but you are unreasonable if you won't date her because if it. Actually, she makes it sound like you are an as$#ole if you won't accept her hairy armpits. Hell, I used to make my ex shave his armpits and he's a guy. It's a personal preference, but I guess I'm an a$s#ole. The entire book was a string of contradictions. She wants to do better, but here are all the reasons why she's not going to try it, be successful at it, do it. I was elated when the book ended.I was approved for an eARC, via Netgalley, in return for an honest review. I might dissect this book in a spoilery rant on my blog. If I do I will add the link.

  • Donna
    2019-04-29 15:45

    When I hear a book is a collection of essays written by a witty "blogger turned author" I run screaming in the other direction. I've tried reading a few of these kinds of books and have found them to be universally (a) not funny, (b) not inspiring, and (c) not relatable. But last week on The New York Times Book Review podcast, the entire panel was raving about Samantha Irby's collection "We Are Never Meeting in Real Life." So against my better judgement, I decided to give it a try...and am I glad I did. I had never heard of Samantha Irby, but this woman is HILARIOUS. A few pages in, I had a smile on my face. A couple chapters in, I was laughing out loud. I completely cracked up when she wrote at length about how much she despised her adopted stray cat Helen Keller. Her description of her first trip to Sam's Club and the aftermath was hysterical. A little blurb about her people's (Irby is African American) obsession with the toppings at Subway had me in tears. But Irby also tackles some tough issues, like her long battle with depression, her lifelong struggle with being overweight and her sadly unconventional childhood. But even in the midst of writing about her challenges, she still manages to make you chuckle. Just a word of warning, Irby's humor is often profane, frequently sexually explicit and occasionally scatological in nature. If those things bother you, this is most likely not the book for you. But if that doesn't faze you, you must read this book. You won't regret it!

  • Katie
    2019-05-15 12:30

    This is an outstanding book. I finished it in a week, which is faster than I've read anything since before I had kids. The first few essays are some of the funniest writing I've ever read, and then the collection turns and deepens and melds humor with genuine pathos and raw pain. Irby structures both her essays and her collection brilliantly. The scaffolding is carefully hidden, but it's all there, supporting a portrait of a life unfolding in all of its complexity. There are so many images I'll remember: a cat bumping its suitcase against Irby's ankles as it tries to make a break for it, a nose pressed against the wall of a dorm room in a futile attempt at privacy, handing a grocery bag suitcase to the valet at a fancy hotel, and dozens more. Many of the themes here struck a chord with me personally - this is how much I think about food/when I can take off my bra - but Irby also has a way of making everything she writes about seem both deeply personal and urgently relevant to understanding each other. Sex, bodies, race, mental health, diet, money, family,'s all here in totally original ways. Humor, wisdom, and maybe the best quote I've heard about marriage ("I'm going to need you to love me on the bus, dude") I can't recommend this book highly enough.

  • Joy
    2019-05-10 20:42

    An amazing combination of Roxane Gay and Liz Lemon that I didn't even know was possible (Irby improves on Lemon's "night cheese" with her own "night donut" and "bed pie"). But this collection is so great that it doesn't need any comparisons. Irby is honest, raw, and hilarious.