Review of Are You There Krishna? It's Me, Reshma. Or Rachel. Or Whatever. by Rachel Khona

There wasn't a whole lot here that resonated with me, probably because I'm not going to have a lot of similarities with someone who sees a pubic hair peaking out of a bathing suit crotch and freaks out. Or who expects her friends to pull the emergency-stop lever on a train after she misses it. But, at the same time, there's something to be admired about a woman who acts, to take Mindy Kaling's words, "with the entitlement of a tall, blond, white man." Something. But then many tall, blond, white men act like jerks. The vignettes Khona recounts in her book also make her look like a jerk. So success? Yay?

It's a sort of fluff-feminism, like a collection of Cosmo articles, which is fine. Nothing wrong with fluff-feminism, and, as Khona points out a handful of times, nothing wrong with being a feminist and also enjoying fashion, makeup, etc. But this book is just potato chips: you aren't going to feel that full afterwards, even if you get a grin or two from it.

Are You There Krishna? It's Me, Reshma. Or Rachel. Or Whatever. by Rachel Khona went on sale February 1, 2017.

I received a copy free from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.