Review: Bossypants

Bossypants by Tina Fey

Confession: I don’t watch 30 Rock. Not because I don’t want to, but television as a medium hasn’t been motivating me at all lately. Plus, I’d need to start over from the beginning; I’m a completionist. But what I have seen—namely, the episode that ends with a threesome involving James Franco, a body pillow with an anime character on it, and Liz Lemon—I’ve really liked. And, naturally, as a woman of letters in current American culture, I just like Tina Fey. I have fond memories of her on Saturday Night Live, although her greatest moment on the show came after she left. No, not her Sarah Palin impression, but her fervent declaration that “bitches get stuff done”. Is it any wonder her book is in the library at my women’s college?

The Literary Horizon: Bossypants, Nerd Do Well

As I’ve mentioned before here on the blog, I don’t really pick up memoirs unless I like the person writing them… which is an odd 180 degrees from my attitude towards fiction, where I only pick up books if the story sounds interesting. But this summer, there are two celebrity memoirs that have caught my eye—and I can’t wait to pick them up.