*I received a free copy of this book via NetGalley, with thanks to the author and publishers. The decision to review and my opinions are my own.*
Blurb: From the author of the popular newsletter That’s What She Said, Nobody Cares is a frank, funny personal essay collection about work, failure, feminism, and the messy business of being alive in your twenties and thirties.
As she shares her hard-won insights from screwing up, growing up, and trying to find her own path, Anne T. Donahue’s debut book offers all the honesty, laughs, and reassurance of a late-night phone call with your best friend. Whether she’s giving a signature pep talk, railing against summer, or describing her own mental health struggles, Anne reminds us that failure is normal, saying no to things is liberating, and that we’re all a bunch of beautiful disasters — and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Anne T. Donahue has laid her soul bare to the world in this book.
Nobody Cares is witty, raw and honest. At times it is a memoir, telling anecdotes from the author’s past to explain her attitudes to family and relationships, death and growing-up. At other times the essays are directly addressed to the reader (yes, you!) and form more of a self-help narrative or intimate pep talk, as she lists her own perceived failings and reassures us that we are not alone in ours.
The essays here cover a multitude of topics, from mental health and addiction, relationships and growing-up, feminism, religion, family, death and grief. Every story, every piece of advice is offered in intimate, conversational style, and the author generously shares tips and insight from her own experiences, counselling sessions and personal ‘aha moments’.
There is some repetition or overlap between some of the anecdotes, but they are told differently, in order to illustrate different points, so this does not detract from the book as a whole.
This book is about being a hot mess, but that actually that is alright, because we are all (or most of us, at least) hot and messy in our own ways, and whilst there are ways to become metaphorically cooler and tidier, it is really up to us what we do and how we muddle through. It is a paean to self-love and self-care without any condescension or po-faced lecturing, and I recommend it to everyone who feels they need a concerned friend to tell them it like it is.
And for the first time in years, I didn’t give a shit about being important.
Which is a relief, because I’m not. None of us are. Nobody’s looking at us, nobody cares – everybody’s obsessed with their own Thing. Most of the time we’re all just trying our best. And sometimes we fall and other times we don’t, but we’re sure as shit not better than anybody else before or after the fact. If you can look at your life and feel confident that you’re doing something you love and giving it all you’ve got, I think that’s enough. Especially since not even a tidal wave of third-party congratulations will make you feel better if you don’t already like where you’re at. No amount of RSVPs, no parties, no Cool Guys From Whatever City Is Hip Right Now’s adulations. No book deals. You are always left with being yourself.
– Anne T. Donahue, Nobody Cares
Nobody Cares releases on Amazon on 18th September, but is available for pre-order right now!