Bossypants by Tina Fey is part memoir, advice column, personal reflection, and cultural essays, but every part of this nonfiction narrative is humorous. Fey’s writing style is comfortable and pleasant but at the same time she is side-splittingly funny
Bossypants is honest and insightful, and this book really reads like Ms. Fey is sitting across the table from you, telling you a story. It is chronological, it is entertaining.
Before Liz Lemon, before “Weekend Update,” before “Sarah Palin,” Tina Fey was just a young girl with a dream: a recurring stress dream that her middle-school gym teacher was chasing her through a local airport. She also had a dream that one day she would be a comedian on TV.
She has seen both these dreams come true.
At last, Tina Fey’s story can be told. From her youthful days as a vicious nerd to her tour of duty on Saturday Night Live; from her passionately halfhearted pursuit of physical beauty to her life as a mother eating things off the floor; and from her one-sided college romance to her nearly fatal honeymoon — from the beginning of this paragraph to this final sentence.
Tina Fey reveals all and proves what we’ve all suspected: you’re no one until someone calls you bossy.