I don't think I've ever connected to a book as fast as I did with this memoir about introverts, displacement in cultures and being scared of putting yourself out there and deciding to do it anyway. Jessica Pan's story of how she tried to make new friends and do things that terrify her is funny, smart and concealing a heart of gold at its very core.

This book is amazing. Not only is a must-read if you're introvert, but anyone who gets exhausted by long social events will understand just how draining being one in an extrovert world truly is. Pan is a brilliant writer, weaving jokes into a British wit that's not quite hers, but is rather endearing nonetheless. I laughed out loud at multiple moments- particularly when she recounted a disastrous stand-up set in Edinburgh or her time at improv comedy classes- and I couldn't help but giggle and smile all the way through because she is so bloody lovely and, I hate to use this word, but relatable.

Perhaps the one thing that made this a five star book was how often I found myself thinking 'Huh. That's exactly like me.' Whilst Pan begins the book with a much more anxiety-based introvertism that prevents her from doing a lot of stuff, as she develops and grows across each chapter, I found myself connecting more and more with her. Her difficulty at making friends and forming relationships, in particular, is something I continue to struggle with. I left this book not just wishing that I had her confidence, but feeling that I could do something very similar to this myself.

Take the humour of Mindy Kaling and apply it to the real world and you get 'Sorry I'm Late, I Didn't Want To Come'. What a wonderful little gem of a book.