I loved Tina Fey's book of essays, Bossy Pants. Not everyone liked it. I loved it though. So when I heard that Mindy Kaling was coming out with her own book of essays, I thought, "Great! This should be a worthwhile read as well."
Then I saw a few excerpts from her book in various online publications. And they were hilarious. So I got more excited.
While in Boston last weekend, I picked up a copy. And read through a good portion of it on my trip back to the city...
Man was that a boring trip!
I couldn't get in to her words. Her stories. Her insights. They failed to speak to me. In fact, the only good parts of the book were the excerpts that I had already read online. Everything else in the book was dull.
I have no interest in hanging out with Mindy. Ever.