Rip this book did very little for me and something about Jacobson’s style made it so slow. I like memoirs by famous people when they just tell me straight up about their life, not when they try to be super duper introspective and thoughtful. I didn’t feel like I drove across the country with her; I didn’t really understand why her driving across the country was supposed to matter to me. I love Abbi and she’s an incredible artist and tv writer (and funny!), but I don’t think this made me fall more deeply in love with her and her work (like most memoirs do).