"I've been single for my entire life. Not one boyfriend. Not one short-term dating situation. Not one person with whom I regularly hung out and kissed on the face."
So begins Katie Heaney's memoir of her years spent looking for love, but never quite finding it. By age 25, equipped with a college degree, a load of friends, and a happy family life, she still has never had a boyfriend...and she's barely even been on a second date.
Throughout this laugh-out-loud funny book, you will meet Katie's loyal group of girlfriends, including flirtatious and outgoing Rylee, the wild child to Katie's shrinking violet, as well as a whole roster of Katie's ill-fated crushes. And you will get to know Katie herself -- a smart, modern heroine relaying truths about everything from the subtleties of a Facebook message exchange to the fact that "Everybody who works in a coffee shop is at least a little bit hot."
Funny, relatable, and inspiring, this is a memoir for anyone who has ever struggled to find love, but has also had a lot of fun in the process.
A Judy Blume meets Carrie Bradshaw memoir about how, despite boys and growing up, friendship between women endures. Never mind that 25-year-old Katie Heaney and her friends' sole topic of conversation is men: "I hope this book feels you and I are hanging out, and I am drinking too much and talking to you for a really long time," she writes. In this, she succeeds. The problem with writing about absence in this case, the absence of a love life is self-evident: waiting, longing, and miscommunication do not make for a coherent story. Heaney's therefore bland first book seems more like a blog than a memoir, beginning (as, being so young, perhaps she must) with her manifestly normal elementary school years and progressing through grad school (we're never told what she is studying). "There must be differences between the way a fourteen-year-old acts toward a boy she likes versus the way a twenty-five-year-old does, but I am still struggling to understand what they are supposed to be," Heaney admits. One can't help but wish she'd waited a decade or two before attempting memoir, or else cut a few R-rated sections and marketed it as YA.
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for that person who always gets told how pretty and awesome their best friend is and who doesn't quite get dating like everyone else does.