My cheeks still hurt from smiling. If you are a fan of Tiffany Haddish's stand-up, this is a definite must-read. While unconventional for a book, and even a memoir, the prose crisply captures the cadence and rhythm of her comedic style and left me in stitches.

If nearly any other comedian said the same things she did, they would almost definitely come off as uncomfortable and cringe. While the content she touches on is certainly crude in nature, her accounts are always grounded in heart and compassion. She makes mistakes, reflects on those missteps, grows as a person, and incorporates these life lessons into her comedy. This is why she instantly comes off as both infatuating and authentic. Haddish dares to be raw.

Moreover, she has the soul of a survivor, and while she has undeniably suffered, she does not hold malice in her heart. "I want us to grow roses out of the poop" (276), these are the words of wisdom that she imparts to her readers, and that I will now hold close to my heart.