I “discovered” Samantha Irby in 2017. Her book, “We Are Never Meeting in Real Life.: Essays” caught my eye somewhere. Maybe it was at McNelly Jackson or Strand. Regardless, I bought a kindle version of her book and breezed through it.
Her openness peppered with hilarious commentary was my kind of jam. Within thirty-six days, I read and bought all of her three books available at the time. I didn’t quite finish “Meaty” — currently at 96% — and trying to take my time with her craft as I wait for her next book. Read More »