Hyperbole and a Half: The Bookening
I picked up Allie Brosh’s book Hyperbole And A Half in a bookstore on a whim when I was out of town recently. It’s half comic, half text, so I figured it would be nice to have on my flight home.
I have some familiarity with Ms. Brosh’s work because of her blog Hyperbole and a Half, so I knew to expect some laughs and some deeper emotional reactions. I was not disappointed; the book skims over Ms. Brosh’s life, talking a little bit about her childhood, a little bit about her pets, a little bit about the time a wild goose chased them out of their house. She has an appreciation for the ridiculous that appeals to me, and that made this a lot of fun to read.
This book hit me in a soft spot, though, when she wrote about her struggles with depression, her struggles be an actual adult person, and why she thinks she’s terrible.
I related to her the most in these chapters, partly because while I’m an almost-actual adult that is a terrible person struggling with depression, I’ve never been chased out of my house by a goose.
There were passages that I marked so that I could show them to people later. Ms. Brosh describes thoughts and feelings I’ve been able to explain to the people around me so clearly and simply I can just show someone a passage and say, “This. It’s like this.”
I’ve seen much of the content of the book on her website, and it’s possible that everything in the book can be found on her blog, but it’s still worth picking up.