Samantha Irby: Wow, No Thank You

What can I say other than I love Samantha Irby. I just finished—devoured, actually—my first book of hers, a series of memoirish essays titled Wow, No Thank You.

She is hysterically funny, which is rare for me to say. Most humor writers aren’t that funny and I certainly wouldn’t accuse Irby of being a humor writer, but I did actually laugh out loud, literally. I mean it. Not just saying it.

She writes with honesty I wish I could muster. She writes with authenticity that I lack. She writes simply and well.

And she may be—finally—a way to connect with my almost twenty daughter in a book. This is important to me. My mom died a little over a year ago—she was wonderful and loved reading—and we connected over many things, but especially reading; if not the same book, a shared love of books.

It kept us tight and together even when I was off on a wander from being a responsible person.

And it is one of many reasons my mom is my hero.

So, while I don’t intend to aspire to hero-level status with my daughter—she is too young and jaded for that—I do hope to build a better connection with her.

Anyway, please give this woman Irby a read. You’ll be glad you did.