I'm not a Felicia Day super-fan, but ... I kinda super-fan loved this book.

Also, I'm usually a little put off by memoirs written at a relatively young age. I mean, who writes a memoir when you're only however-old-Felicia-Day-was-when-she-wrote-this-which-I'm-guessing-is-maybe-mid-thirties? And yet ... 5 stars. I'm giving this book 5 stars, even though my 5-star rating has traditionally been reserved for books by C.S. Lewis that I read as an impressionable and enthusiastic youth in serious need of escape and identity or books that start with "Harry Potter and the..."

This book was just so freaking good. As a memoir, as a well-written book in a well-captured voice, as a case study in creativity and mental health, as a "you too??" moment, as a "my people!" feel, as a quietly feminist tale, as a source of inspiration and humor and restoration in my faith in humanity (even in the face of more evidence of the dregs of humanity). So good.

I've shared/highlighted some of my favorite bits, but they're better in context. If you're a citizen of the interwebs, a writer, a creator of any kind, a gamer, a person of quirky interests, a socially awkward person of a non-traditional educational background, or just someone who appreciates unabashed enthusiasm, I think you'll enjoy this book. Even if you're not a Felicia Day super-fan.