On the complete opposite side of the spectrum from goth girl writes about working in a funeral home, we have the delightful Mindy Kaling, back again with more tales of awkwardness and woe. I don’t think I liked this one quite as much as her first, but I still found it a lot of fun.
“Work hard, know your shit, show your shit, and then feel entitled. Listen to no one except the two smartest and kindest adults you know, and that doesn’t always mean your parents. If you do that, you will be fine.”
I’ve never managed to get into The Mindy Project, and she spends a lot of time talking about it in this collection of memoirs, so that may account for my fangirling a bit less over this book. However, Mindy manages to make reading about a show that I’ve never even watched pretty entertaining, so I still definitely recommend it to anyone with a sense of humor. I particularly loved her B.J. Novak story, and her description of what it takes to make her up daily for TV and/or magazine shoots. Very self-deprecating in a funny way, not an annoying way.
I also loved loved loved the little fictional story she told in one chapter; a romance between two teachers as shown through their emails. I think it was the best part of the book. I hope Ms. Kaling continues in that vein, and writes some fiction — I’d be first in line to buy a copy.
