I don't know if I would call this a "humor" book.

Sure, parts of it were funny. All of it was crass. And all of it was full of toilet images and profanity.

But some of the subject matter was deep and difficult to parse through. I'm not knocking that. I actually went into this book with no idea what it was about or what it was "supposed to be". It was an eye-opener about several things. I enjoyed the author and her style. Sometimes I related to her easily. At other times I had no idea if we are the same species.

Helen Keller, the bitch of a cat, was definitely the star in this piece and its saving grace.

I'm not against reading something else by Samantha Irby, but I'll definitely read the blurb first next time and come into the book knowing it probably won't be all that funny, but it'll be interesting, and really, I prefer interesting anyway.