I is Jacinda

Have you read Mindy Kaling‘s book Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?, yet? If you haven’t, I can’t even express to you the extent to which you’re missing out – on life, happiness, meaning, joy, everything. Seriously. You can get it from the iBook store right now. Go do it. I’ll wait.

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Clearly you’ve bought the book, and are now wondering how you ever made it this far in life without it (well, since it came out, anyway), right? And you tore yourself away long enough to finish my post, eh? Good.

Mindy’s (we’re clearly on a first name basis here, people) book reads like a one-sided telephone conversation with the most fun, quirky, and hilarious best friend you’ve never had. She’s refreshingly random and doesn’t come off as just another untouchable celebrity who has written a book. She’s real and doesn’t try to hide it. In fact, I’m entirely certain that she couldn’t hide it if she wanted to. Which means we, the Reader, win.

She talks about growing up the model daughter to her immigrant professional parents, the making and breaking of friendships and romance, all the comedy you could possibly want to read about, and how she apparently isn’t Mindy Kaling enough to play Mindy Kaling in a series about Mindy Kaling. She’s also overly fond of saying that she “killed” at things. Which I’m now immediately going to start saying, too. And I will totally kill at it.

Go. Read her book. But she can’t be your BFF, so don’t ask. I call dibs.