I’m Just a Person by Tig Nataro

Short and fun enough for vacation–but the whole thing really just kind of felt like she got a book deal because of her one lightning-in-a-bottle performance, and didn’t actually have anything to say. At least not yet. She wrote well about her mother but it didn’t feel fully considered–and the whole compressed into a narrative that didn’t have a natural shape.

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