BOOK REVIEW: Maggie O’Farrell “I Am, I Am, I Am”

81CDbgRQIrLTitle: I Am, I Am, I Am

Author: Maggie O’Farrell

Genre: Memoir

My Rating: 4/5 stars


A book about 17 near-death experiences, what could possibly go wrong?

This book was both incredibly interesting and anxiety-inducing. I finished this book with an intense fear of the world and the people in it. There are so many horrible humans who are out to hurt others. The earth itself is full of hazards and animals and things that will kill you. I mean, you can’t read this book and not think about all the ways that you could have died already in your own life. All the near death experiences that you’ve had. It makes you feel so very mortal.

There were parts that made my skin crawl, chapters that made it difficult to breathe, whole segments that made your own heart beat faster for the narrator. There were some parts that dragged, but it was ultimately amazing.

One chapter in particularly shook me to my core, but it’s not exactly a near-death experience. It talked about the author’s several miscarriages, and reading it so close to my own miscarriage was definitely a punch to the gut. It was strangely healing, but definitely hard to read.

O’Farrell’s writing was absolutely beautiful. She conveyed emotions flawlessly and made me feel everything that she had been feeling. It was such a roller coaster of a book, but I would say it was a rewarding one.

BOOK REVIEW: Anna Kendrick “Scrappy Little Nobody”

14-scrappy-little-nobody.w245.h368.2xTitle: Scrappy Little Nobody

Author: Anna Kendrick

Genre: Memoir/Non-fiction

My Rating: 2/5 stars


How the heck are you supposed to write a review or rate a book about someone else’s life? Like, “Uh, yeah, your life sucks, 2/5 stars”? How dare I?

For the record, Anna Kendrick’s life doesn’t suck. Anna Kendrick herself does not even suck. The way she wrote this book does, though.

This was oh so painful for me to read and I have a hard time putting a finger on why. I think there’s a part of me that expected this to be funny, and it wasn’t. Not really. At least, I didn’t think it was funny. The sad thing is, I think it was intended to be funny, but I didn’t think it was. Anna Kendrick is an incredibly funny person, so I truly don’t understand why Scrappy Little Nobody wasn’t funnier.

And the really sad thing is I could tell that she was trying to be funny, but I think I maybe chuckled once while reading this.

The way the book was written seemed incredibly choppy to me. It didn’t flow at all, she just moved on from topic to topic like, bang, bang, bang, bang, too fast for me to keep up, and I’m like, “Hey, what?”

Kendrick talked a lot about Broadway. Which is great, that’s incredibly interesting but like, she talked about it A LOT. She talked a crap-ton about making the movie Camp, which again, super interesting, but I haven’t seen Camp. I don’t understand all these obscure references. I don’t care that much.

Girl honestly, I wanted to read about Pitch Perfect, but she literally mentioned it, like, once. What the poop, Anna Kendrick? (PS – she may have mentioned it more, but I wouldn’t know because I skimmed the last half of the book because it was boring as crap. She definitely didn’t write some big segment about it like she did about her time in High Society ((which nobody cares that much about)).)

Fact is, this was a disappointment. I was looking forward to reading this, laughing, and getting some inside scoop on the creation of one of my favorite movies ever. Instead, all I did was chuckle once and learn a bunch of useless information about Broadway. Boo.


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