LITTLE WEIRDS by Jenny Slate was a case of the book not living up to the beautiful cover.
I’m a fan of Jenny Slate’s so I was really excited when a galley of her new book came in. And then I was so disappointed by the content. This feels like a book that is trying way to hard to be literary and special. It is incredibly overwritten, filled mostly with confusing metaphors and I found myself getting to the end of each piece feeling empty. What she is trying to say gets so lost behind the language she is using. Many of the essays (if they can be called that) revolve around her feelings of being alone and lonely. It felt like she needed to write this book to deal with those feelings but, seeing as they are not unique feelings, I don’t believe that it needed to be put out into the world Every once and a while a piece would work for me (usually when Slate stepped back from her flowery writing and just let her thoughts stand on their own) but I would immediately be let down by the next one. I recommend picking this one up to look at the beautiful cover art (there are some fun things hidden in there) and then putting it down and getting something else.