Reading this book was a lot like talking to a friend who is so full of stories that lead to other stories that you never get to contribute. Dunham's conversational tone and total honesty were enjoyable and made this a fast read. However, I was often frustrated at how much the stories jumped around. I guess I was expecting more of a life-history-memoir and less the very-personal-essay-collection that was promised. But, not only did the chapters seem to come in an unintuitive order - except for being loosely grouped in categories - but also the chapters themselves were a mess of personal stories told rapid fire one after another, stories interrupting stories and coming back around. I don't dislike this style but I felt that Dunham was trying to get a message across, some overall lesson, and in many cases there just wasn't enough there to tie the stories all together. I was left with the feeling that it was all supposed to mean something but without really getting her thoughts on what that meaning is for her. As a fellow Oberlin alum, I really enjoyed all the little Oberlin stories peppered throughout, and found myself getting nostalgic again and again for dry cake, the walk across campus, and the feeling of sitting in a classroom with a mug of hot tea, as different as our experiences there may have been. Her attention to detail in all things was insanely good and one of my favorite things about this book.