Never Have I Ever: My Life (So Far) Without a Date

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"I've been single for my entire life. Not one boyfriend. Not one short-term dating situation. Not one person with whom I regularly hung out and kissed on the face."

So begins Katie Heaney's memoir of her years spent looking for love, but never quite finding it. By age 25, equipped with a college degree, a load of friends, and a happy family life, she still has never had a boyfriend...and she's barely even been on a second date.

Throughout this ...

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Overview

"I've been single for my entire life. Not one boyfriend. Not one short-term dating situation. Not one person with whom I regularly hung out and kissed on the face."

So begins Katie Heaney's memoir of her years spent looking for love, but never quite finding it. By age 25, equipped with a college degree, a load of friends, and a happy family life, she still has never had a boyfriend...and she's barely even been on a second date.

Throughout this laugh-out-loud funny book, you will meet Katie's loyal group of girlfriends, including flirtatious and outgoing Rylee, the wild child to Katie's shrinking violet, as well as a whole roster of Katie's ill-fated crushes. And you will get to know Katie herself -- a smart, modern heroine relaying truths about everything from the subtleties of a Facebook message exchange to the fact that "Everybody who works in a coffee shop is at least a little bit hot."

Funny, relatable, and inspiring, this is a memoir for anyone who has ever struggled to find love, but has also had a lot of fun in the process.

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Katie Heaney's ceaseless yearning for a call for a second date or, for that matter, even an only moderately awkward first encounter make her the ideal gal pal weekend read. Her Never Have I Ever ripples with hilarious accounts of her secret crushes and Facebook message mess-ups. Fortunately, her stories of stumbles through romantic Saharas are balanced by anecdotes about her fabulous support group circle. A nice fit for fans of writers like Julie Klausner, Lena Dunham, and Mindy Kaling; a trade paperback and NOOK Book original. Editor's recommendation.

Publishers Weekly
A Judy Blume–meets–Carrie Bradshaw memoir about how, despite boys and growing up, friendship between women endures. Never mind that 25-year-old Katie Heaney and her friends’ sole topic of conversation is men: “I hope this book feels you and I are hanging out, and I am drinking too much and talking to you… for a really long time,” she writes. In this, she succeeds. The problem with writing about absence—in this case, the absence of a love life—is self-evident: waiting, longing, and miscommunication do not make for a coherent story. Heaney’s therefore bland first book seems more like a blog than a memoir, beginning (as, being so young, perhaps she must) with her manifestly normal elementary school years and progressing through grad school (we’re never told what she is studying). “There must be differences between the way a fourteen-year-old acts toward a boy she likes versus the way a twenty-five-year-old does, but I am still struggling to understand what they are supposed to be,” Heaney admits. One can’t help but wish she’d waited a decade or two before attempting memoir, or else cut a few R-rated sections and marketed it as YA. Agent: Allison Hunter, Inkwell. (Jan.)
New York Times bestselling author of MWF SEEKING B Rachel Bertsche
"Reading Never Have I Ever is a bit like reliving your most awkward moments -- but in the best way, because this time, the cringeworthy moments are happening to someone else. Anyone who's ever swooned over a boy whose name she didn't even know or overanalyzed a text message from a crush will see herself in Katie Heaney. You'll relate to her frustrations and admire her confidence, and probably wish she was your best friend."
New York Times bestselling author of Party Girl an Anna David
"I challenge any reader to not feel like one of Katie Heaney's closest girlfriends as she examines, in the most charming, honest, original and amusing way imaginable, how she's managed to never have a date. But don't let the breezy language or topic fool you-this is also a brilliant examination of what it means to be a friend, a girl and a human being. The first guy to take Heaney out will be very lucky; in the meantime, we her readers are the lucky ones."
Author of Modern Dating: A Field Guide. Chiara Atik
"No one has ever captured the angst and frustration of crushes as perfectly and humorously as Katie Heaney. Anyone who has ever fallen in love with a cute stranger on a train, on the street, in class, or at work, will instantly identify with it, and laugh and cringe along with her dating misadventures. But what is most admirable and impressive about this book is how unflinchingly Katie is able to examine herself. As hilariously cutting as she is when describing the male objects of her desire, she's also self-deprecating and introspective. And the book manages to point towards another (oft overlooked) great love in a woman's life: that of her friends."
author of Penelope Rebecca Harrington
Astute and tremendously witty, Never Have I Ever chronicles the romantic travails (well, almost romantic) of the very funny Katie Heaney. At some points, I actually got tears in my eyes from laughing too hard
founder of TheHairpin.com Edith Zimmerman
"Katie's writing is hilarious, and warm, and thoughtful, and reading this book is like having a little version of her to hang out with. What's that, Miniature Paper Katie? You don't like the bath??"
New York Times bestselling author of MWF SEEKS BFF Rachel Bersche
"Reading Never Have I Ever is a bit like reliving your most awkward moments — but in the best way, because this time, the cringeworthy moments are happening to someone else. Anyone who's ever swooned over a boy whose name she didn't even know or overanalyzed a text message from a crush will see herself in Katie Heaney. You'll relate to her frustrations and admire her confidence, and probably wish she was your best friend."
New York Times bestselling author of MWF SEEKING B Rachel Berstche
"Reading Never Have I Ever is a bit like reliving your most awkward moments — but in the best way, because this time, the cringeworthy moments are happening to someone else. Anyone who's ever swooned over a boy whose name she didn't even know or overanalyzed a text message from a crush will see herself in Katie Heaney. You'll relate to her frustrations and admire her confidence, and probably wish she was your best friend."
author of And The Heart Says Whatever Emily Gould
"Katie Heaney is so hilariously fun to read that you may not notice right away how insightful she is about friendship, romance, and the essential weirdness of human relationships."
Anna David
"I challenge any reader to not feel like one of Katie Heaney's closest girlfriends as she examines, in the most charming, honest, original and amusing way imaginable, how she's managed to never have a date. But don't let the breezy language or topic fool you-this is also a brilliant examination of what it means to be a friend, a girl and a human being. The first guy to take Heaney out will be very lucky; in the meantime, we her readers are the lucky ones."
HelloGiggles
"Katie's prose illustrates her life events by letting the voice in her head reveal all. Everything that ever crossed your mind while you were with your friends and crushes will echo back to you as you read about moments like a messy kiss with Eric or the feeling of helplessness when finding out that a friend of the opposite sex likes you and you just are not ready for that kind of information."
RT Book Reviews
"Never Have I Ever is a strikingly profound and brilliant memoir that presents on-point observations about growing up, friendship and the confusing world of dating. Katie writes with such ease and skill that it's hard not to become completely wrapped up in her many relatable adventures. Her wit and intelligence effortlessly place her amongst today's great writers, and readers will be left thinking, "Finally, someone gets it." If you're a fan of Mindy Kaling, the New Adult genre or are simply looking for your next great read, Never Have I Ever is the book for you."
Kirkus Reviews
2013-11-18
One woman's confessions about not having a love life. Beginning with her first boy infatuation at age 7 and advancing to the ripe age of 25, Heaney takes readers on an exhaustive, descriptive jaunt through her multiple boy crushes and attempts to obtain a boyfriend. Readers who get through the first 20 pages without thinking "who cares" may enjoy the author's self-deprecating humor, which borders on unfunny as she laments and bemoans her fate. She claims, however, that "[m]ost of the time it does not upset me to think about my sad, old, decrepit spinster body…not having a boyfriend at any given moment bothers me very little. Not having ever had one bothers me only slightly more." Tongue in cheek, Heaney reminisces about boys from kindergarten and beyond--their hair, the way they talked, how she felt around them, what she wrote in her diary back then; she quotes to emphasize her points. This sets the tone as she proceeds to delve deeply into her affections, near loves and possible first dates in high school, college and graduate school. She tried drinking, being flirty, being distant and aloof, and even succumbed to the oftentimes humiliating moments of setting up an online dating profile only to discover that some men send the exact same message to every single woman. Throughout multiple near hits, an occasional kiss or two, and numerous boy friends but no boyfriends, the author has maintained her circle of girlfriends to gossip with, run to for advice and downright hate when any of them lands the guy they both secretly desired. Heaney's misadventures are more a testament to the power of friendship among women than anything comical regarding her struggle to find real love. A drawn-out, sometimes-amusing examination of the author's search for a loving relationship with a man, any man.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781455544677
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 1/14/2014
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 47,479
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Katie Heaney is a 25-year-old writer living in Minneapolis. She earned a BA in political science from Illinois Wesleyan University in 2009 and a master's degree in public policy from the University of Minnesota in May 2012. She has written for BuzzFeed, New York Magazine, The Hairpin, The Awl, Glamour.com, and The Rumpus, among other publications.
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Never Have I Ever

My Life (So Far) Without a Date


By Katie Heaney

Grand Central Publishing

Copyright © 2014 Katie Heaney
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4555-4467-7



CHAPTER 1

THE EARLY YEARS

Heart and Soul


In 1991 I was a kindergartner at a small Catholic K–12 school in St. Paul, and on the first day, when my mom dropped me off, I cried.

My ability to negotiate successful social relations in those hallways got better, but not by much. For the most part, I kept my head down, my notebooks and my markers arranged in pristine, clinical rows, and my three-inch-long clip-on Polly Pocket earrings on my earlobes. (Only during free time, obviously. Those were the rules.) My report cards all said the same thing: "Smart and shy; a quick learner, but quiet; very, very quiet. A ghost of a student, a whisper on the wind." I'm paraphrasing.

Teachers and parents call any kid that's quiet "shy," but that's not always it. I wasn't shy, I was reserved. I needed time to figure out what the hell was going on with these masses of people running and screaming around me. I wasn't afraid of talking to my fellow children. I was simply watching and plotting. I have always chosen my friends from a silent distance, picking them out after a short observation period and only then attempting to get to know them. I couldn't tell you the criteria I use. I just know them when I see them. It's taken years of practice to get it completely right, and it started back in that brightly carpeted kindergarten playroom.

There are really just four things I remember about kindergarten. One, my new best friend was a nice and weird girl named Christy with a big pouf of hair like Hermione Granger's well before any of us knew who Hermione would be. Two, my teacher taught us about segregation by having the brown-eyed kids represent white people and blue- and green-eyed kids represent black people (there were no actual black students in my class), and I and my blue eyes couldn't use the water fountain for like an hour, and everyone cried. Three, I must have looked like a boy, because once I was biking in my neighborhood and an older boy asked me, "Are you a boy or a girl?" and all I could do was say, in an inexplicably apologetic whisper, "Girl."

Four: Cody Williams, heartthrob of the Twin Cities' Catholic elementary school community and probably the surrounding counties as well. My first crush.

There is no love like the love you have for your first crush. There isn't supposed to be, anyway, because your behavior toward your first crush was embarrassing and hopelessly naive. Don't fight me on this. I saw it with my own eyes.

First crushes inspire the sort of shenanigans that would get an older and allegedly wiser person in legal trouble. You can't just go around smacking a person on top of the head just because he has adorable ruddy cheeks, for example. The message that small acts of violence conveyed when you were five will not be conveyed now. You will frighten the person. He will look at you like you're some kind of lunatic, because you are.

First crushes last for years, no matter how they change as you make that all- important transition from age six to age seven, when all of you become harder, somehow. More world-weary. Some kids start out like buttons, or anything else cute that you want to pinch between two fingers, and then they grow up into Mr. Hyde versions of themselves (see: virtually every boy who became a TV or movie star before the age of twelve). These developments cannot touch first crushes. First crushes, in that way, breed resilience.

First crushes, generally speaking, have absurdly American-sounding names, like Mike Smith or Johnny Anderson or Mark Liberty. Sometimes they're so cute and masculine (well, for a child, anyway) that they have two first names. Paul Thomas. Freddy George. Sam Nathan. Look these names up in your elementary yearbook: These are the boys for whom the ink of a million glittery gel pens was spilled.

Thus was Cody Williams.

Everybody—and I mean everybody—had a crush on Cody Williams. First crushes and witch hunts are both born this way: out of mass hysteria. Cody, like so many first crushes before and after him, was nonthreateningly cute and pretty. He had floppy blond hair, which was ideal, because that way he kind of reminded us of the boys in Tiger Beat, who were all blond. He was athletic and popular and funny (by six-year-old standards). Again like most other first crushes, we all knew then, on some level, that Cody would never surpass a height of five-foot-six in his adulthood, and that was okay. He would always look like Cody Williams, or some slightly off older version of himself. In fact, I just checked on Facebook, and he looks exactly the same. Seriously, it's a little creepy. Like, you could hold his picture from our kindergarten yearbook up to his Facebook picture and you'd promptly forget which picture was which. You'd think they were identical six- year-old twins, one of whom had the genetic-mutant ability to grow facial hair.

So every last one of us loved Cody. We might have had other crushes, too—it was more about quantity than quality in those days, and it's always nice to have a secret—but he was consistently up there on the collective pedestal of my elementary class. My friends and I didn't mind that we all liked the same boy. We bonded over loving him. Cody Williams gave us something to talk about, because six-year-olds don't have real interests aside from double Dutch and Pizza Lunchables. That's a nice thing about little girls, I think—the ability to pin our youthful romantic aspirations on the same little boy, and talk to one another about it, without thinking about it as competition. There was no competition to be had because kids don't have any real end goal to crushes. We called certain people our "boyfriends," but these relationships lasted only days, or sometimes even just a few minutes. Best of all, the same person could be boyfriend or girlfriend to literally dozens of people and nobody cared. It was a simpler life.

Christy and I were both crazy about Cody because we were, after all, alive. We'd sit in the play kitchen under the lofted reading area and watch him across the room, building a fort out of foam bricks with some of the other boys. It was sort of like the 1950s, but with very small people and food that is plastic. Christy and I made ourselves busy pretending that two toy eggs and a piece of rubber lettuce thrown in a bowl result in muffins, imagining ourselves as the joint housewives to our husband, Cody. Sometimes we didn't even pretend like we were cooking, and we'd just sit at the kitchen table and talk about how much we loved him. Across a sea of kids playing with trucks, throwing things at one another, and pretending like they knew how to read (six-year-olds are so dumb), we watched him build towers, then kick down towers, and build more towers yet again.

One of the things about Cody that really sealed the deal, heartthrob-wise, was that he was also sensitive. Or, at least, that's what I decided about him based on the revelation that he had musical abilities. Conflating interest/talent in music with emotional maturity and a romantic soul is a mistake that even children make, apparently. Oops!

We had a piano in the kindergarten playroom that went largely untouched, because we weren't supposed to "play" it unless we could actually play it, a rule that seemed unjust at the time but that I now understand completely. On a few magical occasions when he needed a break from his normal building-block routine, Cody would sit at the piano and the girls from my class would gather around to listen to him play, because, despite the Catholic school uniforms, we were all shameless hussies. One time Christy and I each draped ourselves over separate ends of the piano, chins resting on our hands and eyes fluttering, like those blond triplets in Beauty & the Beast mooning over Gaston. She probably talked me into that one—she was the kind of friend I have always wanted and needed, one who makes me do things I want to do but am too scared to do—but it's also possible that I was involuntarily drawn to the piano's edge by gravitational pull. Cody was playing "Heart and Soul." Both parts at the same time. I mean, come on. I didn't even know that was possible.

Cody was also just plain nice. He cheered everyone on in gym class, even if they weren't on his team, and even if it was that kid who always ate peanut-butter-and-pickle sandwiches as well as his own snot. When we played T-ball, Cody would yell and clap for every single student who went up to bat, regardless of whether they were able to make contact with the stationary ball (it was harder than you would think). He was just happy for everyone. And because having a cute person say your name aloud is all it takes for most of us to fall in love, having it yelled enthusiastically by a cute person pretty much laid waste to our entire grade's female population. It's really no wonder that half the girls in class seemed to want to run to third base after hitting the ball instead of first base. We were all delirious with love and youthfully uncoordinated. It was chaos in that gym.

Picture this glorious day with me: Cody standing behind home plate, having just offered to give hands-on batting-stance lessons to anyone who "needed" them, followed by every last girl in kindergarten lining up to his left, suddenly and completely helpless when it came to holding a bat properly. At least half of us were lying. At least half of us played on intramural T-ball leagues and/or had families well versed in teaching us how to play baseball. I stood in line, shaking. Before that day, our main interaction of note went like this:

[Scene: before class has started. Children rowdy. Cody swaggers around classroom, holding imaginary concession case in front of him.]

Cody: "Tootsie Rolls! Whooooo wants a Tootsie Roll? Come and get 'em!"

Me, standing, shrieking accidentally: "I DO!!!!!!!"

Cody, throwing imaginary butts (?) in my direction: "*fart noise*"

Class: "*LAUGHTER*"

I shook off that shameful memory. I mean, how was I supposed to know that "tootsie roll" was a poop joke? Honestly. I was a lady.

I stepped up to the plate, dragging the Wiffle ball bat behind me like, "What's this thing, *wink*!" I looked behind me to Cody, who stepped forward on cue. He stood behind me and moved my hands to the "proper" position on the bat—a bit high, to be honest, but I didn't care. This wasn't about baseball anymore. It was about me and Cody, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. Hands now in place, Cody pulled a move I like to think was shared with only me and not with the rest of the little girls in my class: He touched my lower back. There is no way for it to not sound inappropriate when I say that he was doing this to "bend me forward into position" but that was the idea. Plus, we were SIX. Don't be so gross.

That experience held me aloft—like an angel, with wings made of heartbeats—for over three years, and I would have kept right on being in love with Cody were we not cruelly separated when my family moved to the suburbs before I started the fifth grade. It was like my parents didn't factor him into their decision to move. I swear to God, we would have dated for at least a week within the next couple of years if I had stayed at that school. That back touch really meant something. I'm sure of it, still.

As far as I know, there is only one other man ("man," haha) who captivated at least as many girls as Cody Williams did for as many years as Cody Williams did, and that person is Jonathan Taylor Thomas. Tiger Beat and BOP referred to him as "JTT," and thousands and billions of girls followed suit. "JTT." It still feels good on my tongue.

Ten-year-old JTT starred on Home Improvement—a show my parents somewhat reluctantly allowed me to watch with them—in 1991, when I was five. He played the middle son, Randy. Brad, the oldest son, was popular and athletic. Too much of a jock. He also had a mullet, which I found problematic to say the least. Mark, the youngest, was overly sensitive and, later, a goth. Randy was the one for me, a selection that I felt probably set me apart from the undiscerning masses. He was the funny one. His voice was adorable—kind of a drawl without sounding southern, and sort of raspy. He was tan and had sandy brown hair that, no matter how long it got, always looked perfect. I thought he was dreamy, and it turned out that basically every American girl aged five to fourteen agreed with me. I cut out pictures of JTT from Tiger Beat and BOP, where he was featured on the cover every month, and taped them to my wall. My dad found it hilarious to comment on my JTT collage by asking me, "Who's that kid? Is that that Jonathan Diller-a-Dollar boy?" And I'd be like, "DAD, it's JONATHAN TAYLOR THOMAS! UGH!" And he'd be like, "Oh, Jonathan Bilbo Baggins. Sorry." And I'd be like, "UGHGHGH, DAD!"

My crush on JTT intensified to almost unmanageable heights in 1994, when he voiced the role of young Simba in Disney's The Lion King. I was eight at the time, and became convinced that I was able to sing "I Just Can't Wait to Be King" and sound exactly like JTT. I am not now nor have I ever been able to sing, so my assessment may not have been totally accurate, but it's probably fair enough to say that there wasn't much difference between the pitch of my eight-year-old girl's voice and JTT's then-thirteen-year-old boy's voice. That's just how it works. Anyway, I figured it was a perfect in—if JTT and I were ever to meet, I could sing to him and he'd fall for me. Presumably because he'd be in love with the sound of his own voice, coming out of another person's mouth, I guess.

It's only now, having looked up the YouTube video of this song, that I discovered that JTT did not sing young Simba's songs. They were sung by Jason Weaver. At first I was kind of outraged, all, "Who is THAT? Does HE have JTT's wit and sandy-brown hair?" but then I realized Jason Weaver is also an actor—he played Marcus on another much-loved sitcom from my childhood, Smart Guy. So now it turns out that I have a good in if I ever meet Jonathan Taylor Thomas OR Jason Weaver. Anyway.

Like most good things, my crush on JTT was doomed to end before I could get everything out of it that I hoped for (i.e., a diamond ring). I suppose it was bound to happen eventually, because we grew up to be very different-sized people. Standing as tall as he could, he would likely come up to my nipples, which might sound like a good thing but isn't, at least for me. I have a weird need to Google the heights of celebrities I have crushes on to make sure they are at least my height or taller. As if, like, Zac Efron came up to me in real life and asked me out, I'd say, "Ummm sorryyy, no," just because he happens to be five inches shorter than me. (For the record: I would not say no.) It's dumb, but I have to lighten my load somehow. I can't be in love with every hot movie star; it's exhausting. So I sometimes use height to make adjustments to my all-star celebrity crush team where I can, though I've learned that this is a hard game to win at in Hollywood, where the world's most beautiful, tiny little men go to live and work.

A person cannot take the strain of maintaining lifelong crushes on every last celebrity who has ever graced her adolescent walls. We all have our reasons to let them go: They become sullen drug users, or they come out as gay, or we come out as gay, or they go and do something so terrible, so heinous, that we must forget that we were ever attracted to them in the first place. So it was with JTT.

It all fell apart on October 22nd, 1995. Doomsday. The following passage is taken directly from my Mickey Mouse diary from that year. Though it starts off cheerfully enough, do not be fooled. Genuine heartbreak will follow.

Morning Diary! Boy, I slept real good. Listen, have you ever had a crush, and then have it ruined? I have. It was on JTT (short for Jonathan Taylor Thomas). If this stupid "Tom Sawyer" movie would never had [sic] been thought of, this whole thing wouldn't have happened. Anyway, he cut his HAIR! His gorgeos [sic] HAIR! Worse than that, he likes it!!!! He said it was better for the heat. (I know that 'cause Christy has a magazine of him.)


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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 4, 2014

    I'm a Bermuda Triangle

    I loved this book. It was like I was reading my own life. Katie Heaney was so ballsy to put her life out there on the line for all to see. I laughed (ever so cruely) at her many failed attempts at love and her witty analogies that she applied to herself and friends because I find it so close to my own experiences. I know exactly how she feels and I'm comfortable with the fact that I am almost 25 and still boyfriend-less. I recommend this for any young female who understands the holiness of one JTT and wouldn't mind 'sitting down for coffee' with Katie Heaney.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 29, 2014

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    This is an insanely good book. The story of a girl who has never

    This is an insanely good book. The story of a girl who has never had a relationship – EVER. We meet her friends and learn about the contrasting factors in their love lives. Katie has a wonderful sense of humor and shares it in the funny insights and stories in this insanely good book.

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  • Posted January 14, 2014

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    Katie Heaney has never had a boyfriend. Never has she ever. She¿

    Katie Heaney has never had a boyfriend. Never has she ever. She’s a virgin, she’s inexperienced and she is in her mid 20s. This is the hook of “Never Have I Ever” and it sticks through out the memoir, but it’s about so much more. It’s about a girl, a teenager and now a young woman trying to navigate a world where she seems to be the lone fish in the pond.

    Katie (yes, I feel comfortable calling her Katie, because I have basically read her journal and that definitely puts us on a first name standing), outlines her life and how it relates to boys. I don’t think we as women realize how tuned into the opposite sex we are. Our stories from grad school into adulthood and beyond chronicles adventures of getting boyfriends. Really think about it. Really think about it, from Sweet Valley High, to Pride & Prejudice to Eat Pray Love, these books take us on different adventures, and follows females figuring out who and what they are and want to be and ends with them falling in love.

    That is what our society has set up for us, so imagine being twenty-five years old and never really falling in love. Never having a long term commitment. Never having sex or any kind of prospect for marriage. What does that make you?

    Katie takes us deep into her thoughts through out the years. We get sections of her journals, her funny retelling of her most embarrassing moments and she bravely tells us about the times that she cried. It starts off ridiculous and so true with first crushes on Jonathan Taylor Thomas (right! Didn’t we all love us some JTT?) to the crushes who ignored her and the crushes she ran away from. This first section is charming and adorable, because I think we all remember the days of kindergarten boyfriends, fifth grade loves of our lives and the boys who were more interested in video games than girls, but we were all interested in them.

    Then it gets adult, and we see how little Katie understands about the opposite sex and what it takes to gain their favor. I think a lot of us, especially the inexperienced us, have turned our crushes and love interests into false gods. The times we know very little about them and have already built our entire romantic futures and married lives on a single hello or a polite smile.

    What I think the true heart of this story is not just Katie and her misadventures with the opposite sex, but her friendships. The book starts with a description of what makes her different from her best friend and as the book progresses, we meet that best friend and we watch that relationship grow. More, we see how normal, happy and legitimately OK you can be without male attention. That while you may seem like a fish out water and while you may wonder “what the hell is wrong with me?” You know that nothing really is.

    I believe this is a book that everyone can enjoy. It’s not just to say to inexperienced girls “you are not alone” or to preach chastity or something to experienced girls. This is just one girls story. And Katie Heaney is funny, smart and so unbelievably honest about things the rest of us would have kept hidden as a dirty little secret. She’s brave and I recommend her book, highly.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2014

    Moderately well written but dull and uninspired. The book basica

    Moderately well written but dull and uninspired. The book basically reads like a series of blog posts which, as Heaney mentions, can be found on the internet for free. They would most likely provide the same amount of depth, or lack thereof, without having to deal with the Writing 101 prose. Her's memoir, an 'everygirl' story that is only notable in this day and age for what she hasn't done, ie lost her virginity by her now late 20's while living in New York, succeeds so well in being bland that you will forget it as soon as you're done.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 5, 2014

    Eh.

    Really enjoyed her writing style but the book was boring. Very boring.

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  • Posted March 10, 2014

    Hilarious and heartfelt

    First of all, this book is excellent, and whether you're single or not, I think you'd enjoy it (whoever you are.) It articulates so much about being single that I've felt myself but never managed to put into words. Katie Heaney demonstrates that life without a boyfriend is funny, sad, stressful, wonderful, and complicated--just as complex as life with a boyfriend, basically. So if you've ever been single, or if there's someone in your life who (much to your confusion) is always single, read this.

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