Is It Just Me? – Miranda Hart

Synopsis:

Well hello to you dear browser. Now I have your attention it would be rude if I didn’t tell you a little about my literary feast. So, here is the thing: is it just me or does anyone else find that adulthood offers no refuge from the unexpected horrors, peculiar lack of physical coordination and sometimes unexplained nudity, that accompanied childhood and adolescence? 

Does everybody struggle with the hazards that accompany, say, sitting elegantly on a bar stool; using chopsticks; pretending to understand the bank crisis; pedicures – surely it’s plain wrong for a stranger to fondle your feet? Or is it just me? 

I am proud to say I have a wealth of awkward experiences – from school days to life as an office temp – and here I offer my 18-year-old self (and I hope you too dear reader) some much needed caution and guidance on how to navigate life’s rocky path. 

Because frankly where is the manual? The much needed manual to life. Well, fret not, for this is my attempt at one and let’s call it, because it’s fun, a Miran-ual. I thank you.

Review:

Im a bit disappointed by this book. I absolutely wanted to love it, especially as Miranda’s sense of humour usually cracks me up. I’m not sure what I was expecting and I suppose my expectations might be partly to blame but I was disappointed by both the substance and format of this book.

I was hoping for a more honest content, maybe a peeling of the layers but I felt she only really scratched the surface. I also didn’t enjoy the ‘dialogue’ with her past self, I ended up skimming most of those sections.

It might be a case of being in the wrong headspace at the time but I rated this one a 2/5 stars.