I really feel like Everything’s Trash, But it’s Okay by Phoebe Robinson just was not for me. And I really can’t tell whether the book is very good because I just couldn’t get past Robinosn’s writing style. I’ve read a few reviews that suggest listening to the audiobook is better, but when it comes to the book I found that I just couldn’t stand Robinson’s constant asides, derailing her commentary into a long tangent about nothing in particular and nothing of import.
Ironically, the introduction to her work should have been warning enough for me that I wasn’t going to like this book because it mentioned all her strange renditions of words and phrases, basically foreshadowing for the reader the ginormous mess that they would soon find themselves rifling through. I feel like a lot of Robinson’s points are lost among her commentary, missing among jokes that really weren’t that funny and a dense level of conversational tone that just didn’t make me feel involved in the book.
Robinson’s regular trailing from the point and personal unique way of writing, with the asides and the modified words were just too much for me at the end of the day and I really couldn’t get past it. While I always appreciate a commentary about important topics such as these, I was far too annoyed with the writing style the entire time I was reading to really appreciate much of it.
I was provided a free copy of this book via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
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