However, you have to hand it to
Dunham: She tells it like it is. I love the subtitle: A young woman tells you what she's "learned". She tells it warts and
all, no writerly airbrushing or image enhancement to make her sound better.
She's amazingly
insightful but also amazingly self-aware. I can't help but like and admire her. This was a wonderfully enjoyable book. Also, there are
little sketchings in the book that give it the feel of a midcentury book on
etiquette or relationships--and at the end, you find out the artist is her good
friend that she refers to through the book. And it's funny:
"When I was born I was very fat for a baby--eleven pounds (which sounds thin to me now). I had three chins and a stomach that drooped to one side of my stroller. I never crawled, just rolled, an early sign that I was going to be resistant to most exercise and any sexual position that didn't allow me to relax my back."
How can you not love that?