"But, Stephanie," you say. "I don't have time for another book."
Well, I started the book when we boarded in DC and finished it somewhere over Colorado. That's right. It took longer for me to fly across the country than to read this book. It's a very minor investment of your time and it's totally worth it. And by the end of it, you'll want Mindy to be your bff. In fact - Mindy, if by some strange twist of fate you find yourself staying up late into the night reading random little blogs and you happen to stumble upon this post, let's grab some pizza and be besties. Please?
Mindy's book is a memoir/essay collection a la Tina Fey's Bossypants. Her life is basically the plot of a TV sitcom so it's no wonder she found such success as a writer for The Office. But besides all the Hollywood talk, Mindy also offers up her thoughts on body image, what it means to be a be best friend, stereotypes of women in chick flicks, and many other sweet, funny, endearing, witty observations about life. For example:
My version of an Irish exit has an air of deception to it, because it includes me asking loudly, "Where's the bathroom?" and making theatrical looking-around gestures like a lost foreign tourist. But then, instead of finding the bathroom, I sneakily grab my coat and leave. Other times I say, "Oh, I think I left my lights on in my car!" or "Oh my gosh, I think I left my car unlocked." Cars make great pretexts for Irish exits. People never doubt weird issues you have with your car because it's extremely boring to listen to.
You see what I mean? Funny, witty, endearing. She's so totes adorbs I want to read the book again.
And for those of you still shopping for gifts, this would be perfect for your sister, friend, co-worker, or pretty much any other female in your life. I mean, I wouldn't be bummed if this appeared in my Christmas stocking. Just sayin'...