Adulthood Is a Myth

I really wish I had enjoyed this more. It was only okay. I probably should have read it earlier, not when I'm barrelling toward my mid-30s. I felt like I related more to how Andersen imagined she would be at 85 than I did to her as a student at 22.

I did enjoy a few of the comics about her uterus plotting against her, but even the humor of that turned sour for me when it switched over to strips about biological clocks and not wanting kids. I mean, you do you, no judgment, but it made me sad rather than making me laugh.

There was only one comic that made me laugh out loud, and predictably, it was about cats.

My opinion: if you're going to read this book, do it in your 20s. Any later than that is too late.