I'm glad I heard not-so-great reviews about this book, because I came into it with low expectations.
I can see how it would be harder to enjoy if you are not a woman in your 20's, because a lot like Girls, it is very essentially mid twenties: a young women grappling with childhood as much as recent adult years, unsure of how to move forward doing what she knows she wants to do, uncompromising, in both personal and professional life. Isn't that true of all of us young females? There's a certain hopeful terror for people our age. I found the essays relatable; her feelings and her takeaways are not ones of a wisened woman, just a girl who grew up and is still growing up.
I love the writing style. It's hilariously neurotic, brutally honest and at times, startlingly poetic. But it's not pretty. It's not always funny. I like that. It's unabashedly self-absorbed. We're all self-absorbed. It's a little weird, and a little dramatic, but mostly it's real and very poignant for the confused 20-something. I truly think it touches something in all of us, artists especially.