With a few exceptions, this book told me practically nothing about the author's relationship with the books she's read or her opinions on them. I did learn a lot about the author herself, her family, her boyfriend, her friends, her health, and lots of other things. Some of it was kind of sad. Some of it was laugh out loud funny. 

A lot was both. A lot of it was also weird, but in a relatable kind of way.

Reading this was the equivalent of sitting down with a friend and chatting about absolutely everything that comes to mind. And sometimes mentioning books, too, but you know. As a framing device at best. Or as an excuse to bring up yet another personal anecdote.

Honestly, it was a pretty fun experience. :)