I haven’t read any Samantha Irby before this, but it sounded promising so I gave it a go. I was feeling good about it during the first essay which was very funny, but that was about where my full interested ended. The rest of the essays just didn’t live up to the same level of humor to me personally. Don’t get me wrong, there were some funny lines that did make me laugh and the essay “Hello, 911?” was on par with “Into The Gross” at the start, but most of the book just fell a little flat for me. Also, if I had known just how much of the book would be spent discussing Irby’s extreme pooping habits, I would have just skipped it from the start; TMI comedy is not my sense of humor. But if it is yours, then you might find this funnier than I did. I’ll still give Irby props for putting her life on display like this, exposing all the parts of being human that we keep tucked away, but I think one or two essays like that would have been enough for me, not an entire book of them.