Same as with Lena, I admire Mindy’s work (and I call them by their first name because we are so close, BFF!!!), so I wanted to read her book. Aaaand, just like the other one, it was kind of a deception. I don’t know what I expected, really, but… I guess I pictured myself laughing uncontrollably to the point of almost dying for lack of breathing. It was entertaining, it was funny most of the time, but… As Lena’s, it has its biographical parts, which I enjoyed, and then it has total random chapters as “Types of Women in Romantic Comedies Who Are Not Real” or “Franchises I Would Like to Reboot”, which I also enjoyed. What is really wrong with this book? I have no idea. Maybe it just wasn’t my moment.