She and her best friend are hilarious. She's at her best with dull, tired themes, losing her edge a little when she has something solid to hang on to. Her writing style might best described as a non-linear stream of conscious reflecting that Ivy League pedigree but blended with an introspective compulsion to bare her soul. I feel this book is best categorized as a collection of short st I was adamant about reading this book because I had read some reviews that described it as horrible and poorly written. Helena's voice sounds a lot like mine - a Black woman who grew up amongst Caucasians. How did your childhood affect who you are now? A single, educated, successful and attractive woman, she was featured in a about her, then, upcoming memoir entitled aka.
Not all of us are single and those of us who are might be happily single. A lot of Black women are annoyed with the conversation because they may like being single. There's a scene where Andrews recalls going out to eat with a barely Marketed as a dating memoir, this is more the story of Andrew's precarious upbringing and occasional dating mishaps. Nice book, but I just would have preferred more dating experiences. I personally loved the format -- a collection of essays and not a chronological narrative -- although I note that some reviewers can't think outside the box and see this as a perfectly good way to construct a memoir.
So stupid I was to read the rave reviews for this book and then impulsively buy it to be greeted with nothing but page after page of dialogue that resembled rambling rants from a drunken night. I would have loved to hear more about her career, her childhood, her neighborhood, her hanging out with her friends, or even more about her racist dog, but it was constantly focused on some man or dating. The alarm to starting the day off single. She is desperately in need of some spiritual guidance. So this book seemed right up my alley, especially since it came out during the time where the media had a microscopic lens to Black women and their actions, especially at their bare ring fingers---and well, Black women like myself were waiting for someone to address this in a snarky, but poignant matter through their life story. Seriously, life is too short for all of that 'bitchin'.
The bookclub was torn during th I loved the first two chapters. I reject the Care Bear approach to life. We won't even discuss the travesty homosexuals played in her book. Her relationship with her best friend reminded me of my own and I think most women have dealt with the reoccurring boyfriend-you know the one that won't commit, but won't completely go away either. What did we ever say before to express our feelings? I am literally the baddest bitch on the planet.
I've had several spiritual crises but I always come back to God. I think my mother lucked out because I have a certain type of personality where I liked moving around and I was really extroverted and I loved being the new kid. Instead, the Ivy League-educated journalist and author wants to ensure their stories are told accurately, not sensationalized. Unafraid and frank, she comes to realize that being a bitch is sometimes the best way to be—except, of course, when it's not. It is funny, thought provoking, funny, honest, funny and just wonderful. In the Andrews's defense, I don't like books written like conversations at all.
She is so cynical that her satirical style reveals a deep self-hatred. In a lot of ways, her experiences spoke to me and were very relateable. Not many 29-year-old women are writing their memoirs already. It was so exhilarating for me to read a candid and completely relatable memoir written by someone not much older than me. Sometimes uncomfortable, often hilarious, Andrews shares an honest look into the life of the Black woman less talked about.
You can go back to slavery, having these women manning these households and not being given the time to care for themselves. People who read that article made assumptions about me and what I was trying to say. Do I want my man to have a job? Andrews purports or tries to position herself as an elitist making all these black bourgie statements and liaisons, however her mask cracks time and time again with each failure or challenge in her young life. I even ignored the fact that Andrews is in her 20's and writing a memoir because maybe she's got something to really say. You were raised by a single mom who was a lesbian and you moved around a lot. She is clearly telling her story. The fact that she writes in some kind of secret code language for Black women in her age group or social strata was off-putting to say the least.
I'm glad she is telling this story of the educated, but not too stuffy, young Black woman who just wants to find love and have fun in the process. The chapters read like stand alone pieces which bothered me. But at least have faith in something greater than yourself. Looking back, the black-and-white glamour shots should have tipped me off. However they did have a moral base and fairly conservative values which they transmitted to my brother and me. For a memoir, you're supposed to welcome the reader into your life, not mock the reader and their intelligence with your crazy-ass prose.