BINGE was definitely written how I would expect Tyler Oakley to write. In fact, there were tons of throw-away lines that I could clearly hear the EXACT way he would say it - complete with appropriate gestures - despite having never met him. It was both enjoyable because Tyler’s way of speaking is so fun, and irritating because people generally don’t write books like how we speak. (Even this post isn’t a good speech-to-text translation.)

The major road bump I ran into while reading BINGE was how it wasn’t in chronological order. Granted, I haven’t read a lot of memoirs, so maybe it’s more common than I think. It was just a little jarring to go from college hijinx to childhood incidents with the turn of a page. Maybe it was just the ordering of the chapters that needed to be smoothed over. Still, it felt like I was reading an anthology written by the same person; it was different stories about the same cast, not meant to be read cover to cover.

Tyler covered a LOT. More topics than I thought he would in a single book. Some of these chapters had me laughing and others had me teary-eyed. That kind of variety is good in a book, but I wish it was better distributed. I loved the chaotic story of the wicker basket in his Michelle Obama interview, and was enthralled by his retelling of the fangirl hoard that terrified him by singing “Happy Birthday” while surrounding his cab at VidCon. Then, it bopped around again and went back to talking about how he ruined another pair of underwear.