God, I love Tina Fey.
I waited weeks and weeks for this book to become available to me at the damn library, and now that I have it, I don't want to give it back. I want to hug it and squeeze it and love it forever. And then read it over and over again. It's a book like this that makes me reconsider my self-imposed book buying ban.
Reasons I love this book:
~It's a fast read. There are stories and anecdotes galore, and the spaces are filled in with hilarious self-loathing. It's amazing.
~It's a memoir that won't leave you wishing you were dead. (See my review of Blood, Bones, and Butter.)
~If you watch 30 Rock or watched SNL when it was tolerable (when Tina was the head writer) you'll love the stories. YOU WILL LOVE THEM.
~You get to learn about all that went on behind the scenes during the last Presidential race, i.e., her Sarah Palin impression, and why she was actually hesitant to do it.
~She talks about her life as a mother and refers to having a child as "living with a drunk midget."
That's GOLD, you guys.