By Anna Kendrick

I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: I’m a sucker for an autobiography. So of course, I bought Anna Kendrick’s Scrappy Little Nobody. I read it enthusiastically and loved every damn page. Sometimes Autobiographies are hit and miss. This of course, is always worth it because when it’s a hit, it’s a home run. And Anna’s book was a no-hitter! … Maybe I’m mixing up my sports terms. Yay team, go sports!

This book left me feeling like I’d just spent the afternoon with Anna and we’re close bffs. It’s effortlessly funny, witty, and relatable.

“I was never the girl to strap on a snowboard and head straight for a black diamond, but if I saw “advanced” in the corner of a Martha Stewart Living recipe, I’d think, bring it on you crazy bitch.”

I don’t often finish a book without some sort of criticism. Scrappy Little Nobody was without a doubt the best Autobiography I’ve read this year. I enjoyed the ease of her essays. Part of me hopes she takes on another book at some point, because I would read that as well. I would read them all to infinity.