I am a sucker for a good/funny/insightful memoirs. In fact, it may be one of my favourite types on non-fiction books to read. Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? is written by the Office writer (and also a headliner for her own new show, debuting on Fox in the Fall) Mindy Kaling.
I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that I may like this book more than I enjoyed Tina Fey’s Bossypants. It may be, because I am closer in age to Kaling, but I think it has more to do with audience. Kaling’s writing to her peers. I don’t feel like a giddy fan reading her book, wanting to know the secrets to her rise to fame (there isn’t, it is a mix of talent, optimism, and luck). Instead, I feel like a friend listening to a new friend’s hilarious story of how a play about Matt Damon and Ben Affleck moved her from a crappy New York apartment to a crappy Los Angeles one.
The Best Parts:
- I like lists. Kaling does too!
- Insecurity, and her acknowledgment that she recognizes it, knows it’s dumb, but carries on anyways. That is real life.
- That she openly admits she calls her mom all the time, and her mom still yells at her. It’s okay to like your parents kids.
Where it drags:
- Childhood retellings. Essential, maybe. But we’ve all been there. We’ve all been friends with people who we didn’t actually like, or need. We’ve all looked back and thought “Hey, my parents were right about that kid.” (This thought is the bane of my 20-something existence, that my parents were actually right.) We’ve all felt rejected and ugly and fat.
Verdit: Kaling says if it takes you longer then two days to read this book, something is wrong with you. She’s right. Easy fun read, that is well worth the two days.