Meh. When within a few pages you admit that you are an "unreliable narrator", your memoir quickly becomes fiction to me. The stories are small snippets with really no cohesiveness, seeming to exist only for Lena Dunham to try and shock you with the life she has led thus far. It fell flat for me. I wasn't impressed, I was more annoyed. Unable to trust the honesty of any of her pieces after her declaration, I simply worked to get my way through the book. She can write, but the content just wasn't attractive for me. I found myself more often bored than entertained.