
3 stars
There are some relatable parts to this book, and some very un-relatable parts. Cazzie suffers from a myriad of mental health issues, which she talks about throughout the book. There’s depression, panic attacks, anxiety, and they’re all laid out pretty bare. Her descriptions can be relatable for anyone who has suffered from any of these. The problem is, she doesn’t seem to want to do anything about it.
The book mainly focuses on the year before her 30th birthday and all the anxiety this brings. She struggles with entering a new decade while feeling she has nothing to show for it, and feels like the clock is ticking. This part I get – I recently turned 40 and have felt a lot of the same. I don’t have a lot of the typical things to show for my life, like a husband and kids, but I do have other things. It’s getting over that societal expectation that can be hard. You feel like people wonder why you don’t have these things and what’s wrong with you that you don’t. You have to realize that life isn’t the same for everyone and there isn’t a certain age at which you have to attain certain things.
Here’s where the problem lies – while I had those struggles with expectations, along with some depression, I actively worked to overcome them. It feels like Cazzie never really tries to work through her issues, nor does she want to. It’s a constant stream of doom and gloom with no light at the end of the tunnel, with a side of privilege. I don’t think she flaunts her privilege a ton, but it is definitely still there. You can see this on display as she talks about the depression she has over a guy she only sees during the summer, which happens to be on Martha’s Vineyard, where there is nothing going on except dinner parties and lounging around. It is hard to relate to someone who has had everything handed to them on a silver platter, though I feel she is more relatable than some. Those parts come through when she is talking about the more mundane parts, like the interactions with her sister or the dread she feels over being thrown a birthday party. The other problem is the repetition. There is so much of it that it’s easy to feel your attention drifting. It’s like random diary entries were thrown in with no editing at all. While this can make it feel more real, it can also be distracting,
I do think this was mostly enjoyable, mainly because I could connect with the anxieties over age and societal norms. Other people, especially women about to enter a new decade, will probably relate to these same things.








