21 pages ~ books, ramblings, and other stray thoughts

I don’t think I’ll ever read a memoir that I could love as much as this one. There’s just so many witty observations and funny anecdotes on every page. I can try to list my favorites, but I’d have to quote every other line, from Rainn Wilson’s “How Will Mindy Kaling Die?” pool (which he has apparently been running since 2006), and at the time when she and her mom went to see The Help, they were “weeping so hard it was as thought we’d been black maids in Jim Crow-era Mississippi and the movie had hit too close to home. It weirded people out” or “The Untitled Liam Neeson “You Took My Female Relative Project”, or that one pimple that was “cystic and painful and had roots that seemed to extend into my brain”, or well I might as well list some of them.

On fame

…people were into us. It was glorious. I was vacuuming my car at a gas station during the Gay Pride parade and a group of gay veterans in uniform shrieked, “Oh my God, it’s Kelly Kapoor!” The guys at the gas station thought I was hot shit.

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Beautiful, just beautiful. And it’s a standalone. And the characters are real and wonderful. Did I mention it’s about flesh-eating water horses? Did I mention it’s beautiful?

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Have you ever had a book that’s unique and impossible to put down and all kinds of awesome, but once you reach a certain point, the magic starts to fade? Luckily, the excitement of the first part far outweighs any disappoint in the last, but I thought it was interesting that the exact same thing happened with the another book I’ve read (and loved) by the same author: Not That Kind of Girl.

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