Hey, look! It’s a (few weeks into the) new year. Instead of writing about the many things I wish to do to make myself sparkle as a human unicorn, I’m sharing some of my favorite self-help books I read last year.
Because self-help books aren’t always stereotypical and for dummies, and books should never be a guilty pleasure.
At the grocery store, I panicked as I watched each item hobble down the conveyor belt. All I had for scrimping was a measly “Save $1 on two” coupon for ice cream. Don’t tell my mom. I sighed, forgot to put my card in the chip reader instead of swipe it, loaded everything into my trunk, and texted people with demands to know how they afford to be alive AND happy.
This little memoir is a delight. If you’re any fan at all of Tyler Oakley, past or present, you will adore reading Binge. It’s a fun, light read, with just enough seriousness to remind you that he’s a real person with real emotions.
Wow. Ok. This book is fantastic. Before I started reading, I checked some reviews to see what to expect. Most people said the book read like fanfic, the series has done nothing but go downhill, the book should not have been written at all, etc.