The older I get, the more I realize how lucky I was to grow up and see myself represented in many of the books I read and movies I watched. (Though the Wakefield twins of Sweet Valley High were blondes and not brunettes.)

On the surface, you might not think author Samantha Irby and I share much in common. She is a Black woman living with her wife in the midwest. Plus, she curses a lot more in her writing than I do. 

Yet, Samantha Irby is a member of the club I belong to. The club, in fact, many people belong to — the chronic illness club. Ms. Irby lives with Crohn’s Disease.  

I recently finished reading my first Samantha Irby book, her essay collection titled Wow, No Thank You. And you’ll notice from the photo that my copy is full of sticky notes. 

Here are just a few of the passages that stood out to me, resonated with me, and/or made me laugh out loud:

“Mixtapes were the love language of my youth. If you got one from me, that shit was as serious as a marriage proposal. Maybe because they were so time-consuming to make? I had a painstaking process I went through before I put a mix together.” (Side note – when we were dating, I made my now-husband a mixtape. I agree – it was a big deal to make a tape for someone else.)

“… and I guess what I’m actually saying is that, sure, I move this body around every day but I’m not actually in charge of it, and I have no idea and no control over anything that happens within it.”

Pretty much, the entire chapter titled “hung up” could have sticky notes on each page. Ms. Irby’s observations and comments about the “five-hundred dollar computer in my pocket” were so entertaining and so spot-on.

I also found the entire chapter titled “body negativity” to be amusing and fun to read. 

The chapter starts with: 

“I have been stuck with a smelly, actively decaying body that I never asked for and am constantly on the receiving end of confusing, overwhelming messages for how to properly care for and feed it.”

And there’s this passage:  

“Your neck is supposed to be firm and long, but I thought that was only asked of penises. Why does my neck have to do anything other than hold up my head? I do not, and will never, use any specific treatments for my neck. I cannot be bothered to care about my neck. Of all the things I have to check off this endless list, ‘neck maintenance’ is not going to be one of them.”

“I don’t treat my Crohn’s like it’s an albatross around my neck, like I’m laboring under the weight of this oppressive disease.”

“It’s a serious topic that can be dealt with in a really funny way while also repping for the chronically ill and constantly medicated, like me.”

“… it would mean a lot to me to put chronic illness in people’s faces, especially the silent kind that you might not even know a person is struggling through. I bet if you met me on the street, you wouldn’t automatically think ‘sick,’ but if you looked at my CT scans you would, and I want to represent for all my people taking twelve pills a day with bald joints and intestines lined with scar tissue.”

Readers, have you read any of Samantha Irby’s books? I’d love to know what you thought of them. 

Please note: I am including a link to buy the book that I’m highlighting this week. If you use my link, I do make a small commission on your purchase at no additional cost to you. I am working with Bookshop.org which also sends a portion of the profit to support local, independent bookstores.