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Fun book for anyone fighting the tug-of-war between independence and loneliness. Not so good for anyone who can't afford plane tickets every time they'd like to "escape for a while". Still a fun narrator and fun adventures to read, but occasionally a little...annoying, too, lol.

I suppose it shouldn't be surprising that this book is hilarious. Newman's voice is warm, engaging, and deeply honest (in a more than you wanted to know kind of way). As a woman in my late thirties, I found a lot to connect with here, and some inspiration as well -- my only sigh of disappointment is that, much like Eat, Pray, Love, it starts out with a woman who learns to embrace her enviable single life and ends up with the final romance she was looking for all along. You know, we haven't all found that final, blissful, romance. And I'm a little tired of all the books insisting that it's coming. What rescues that arc is Newman's unfailingly engaging, realistic voice, that promises more crazy highjinks to come in a life well lived.

Advance copy provided by Edelweiss.

I'm not quite sure why I didn't give this the whole 5 stars, but 4.5 felt right, even though I can't think of a single thing I didn't like about it.

Although I could have happily lived out my days not knowing about the prostitute named Victoria in Amsterdam.

This is a book, I think, that one will either really like, or find to be a pointless, narcissistic journey of self-denial, depending on one's personal life experiences. For me, it resonated strongly. I lived the PG version of this woman's life for almost 10 years, never stopping long in any one place. Any relationships I had were with men who lived progressively further and further away until, upon hearing I was being setup with a co-worker's Australian best mate, another friend quipped that anyone else from here on out would have to be geographically closer simply because I couldn't get any further away. (Fortunately, the Aussie stuck and he's now my DH.)

So, I could relate, albeit on a much calmer, drug-free level. I get the journey she went on and how she got where she ultimately wanted to be, in spite of herself. As a result, I loved reading this book; plus, it's hysterical and it's well-written. I went into it thinking it was going to be told from more of a "why I chose not to have kids" POV, which it isn't at all, but what it was, was even better.

If the first line of this book appeals to you: "I am not a slut in the United States of America." then I strongly recommend this book.


[PopSugar 2015 Reading challenge: A MemoirI]
[Sock Poppet's 2015 Read-By-the-Month Reading Challenge: new to me author]½

I received this book from NetGalley in exchange for a review.

I was drawn to this book by the title alone. I settled in for what I hoped would be a story of female empowerment and a book I could recommend to people feeling stuck, bored, at a crossroads, etc. What I got was a tale of a woman who traveled to all these amazing places and met amazing people and left me wanting more about the self she found there rather than the men she slept with. I think I was hoping for more self discovery and less sexcapades. I'm happy she found her happily ever after but I'm disappointed in the book as a whole.

This review is going to be quite a bit different from what I expected after eleven of the thirteen chapters this book comprises…

Let’s start at another angle, though: I like to read what one of the greatest of the genre, Tony Slater, likes to call “travel memoirs”. If written by the right person, they’re often funny, interesting and, at times, even insightful and inspiring.
Unsurprisingly, they often include “romantic encounters” of a very intimate nature or - as Newman’s mother is quoted “Grown-ups don’t just hold hands.”.

I went into this book expecting amusing anecdotes of female solo travel - a travel memoir. What I got to read was very, very different because the twenty-ish Kristian Newman listens to her boyfriend’s voicemail and reads his diary of all things...

When she writes about Lesbian relationships that a »social scientist might argue that the girl-on-girl trend started with rave culture … and Ecstasy.« I found myself taking a note that reads “And someone with a brain might disagree”.

On her first trip to Russia, she finds herself at a dinner among Russians and, not speaking Russian, she finds at being unable to express herself, she completely relaxes. Newman doesn’t shy away from putting her xenophobia into words that she defends by stating that her friend Sasha, who emigrated from Russia at the age of three to go to America, and, thus, for all intents and purposes (apart from becoming president) is as American as Newman herself was actually »first to note that, so it’s more about self-loathing than xenophobia«:

»A side note about Russian women: good God are they hot when they are eighteen. The girls in this club were all legs and cheekbones, pouty lips and exquisite big eyes. But, quite tragically, every woman over forty in Russia looks like a tiny, shriveled, ancient little gnome. That cold, pessimistic, vodka-and-cigarette-filled, fresh-vegetable-free life is hard—it drives over women’s faces like a Soviet tank. Now that Sasha is a fantastic-looking forty, I can tell you it is not the genes, it is the life.«

And this is how the book goes on for another much-longer feeling eleven chapters. Newman runs away from what she calls “the Void”. She’s fleeing true intimacy whenever it rears its - for her - frightening head and travels to some “exotic” locale at which she immediately proceeds to have sex with any available guy.

Now, don’t get me wrong: I have no beef whatsoever with that but, unfortunately, the actual travel stories not only take a backseat compared to her sex stories but the travel part is pretty much non-existent. Even that could have been ok if the writing and the sex stories had been funny. Sadly, they weren’t.

Plus: The more I read of these escapades the sadder I felt for Newman: Not only was she having completely meaningless sex to try and fill the void in her life, she is immensely egocentric, crying at her friend’s wedding because said friend wouldn’t be exclusively available as a travel partner anymore:

»I wept at losing my single buddy. Not those emotional, joyful, smiley wedding tears you shed because you’re so happy. Big, heaving sobs of genuine grief sprang out of me as I stood under the chuppah, watching a person who felt like a piece of myself walk toward me, while somehow really walking away.«

“Genuine grief” because someone she calls a friend marries and, thus, inconveniences her...

Newman is judgemental as can be; about one of her travel companions she pretentiously writes...

»Before I launch into what was wrong with Sally,«

… as if Newman herself was the measure of how travelling should be...

»[I] probably should say that this is what makes you a good traveler in my opinion, but deep down I really think this is just universal, incontrovertible truth.”

Newman owns the “universal, incontrovertible truth” - even if that was meant to be sarcastic, the entire book makes this one sentence universally, incontrovertibly ring true.

Almost all over the place, Newman is ignorance impersonated...

»We were seated with a group of six people from Mauritius, which, it turns out, is an island nation in the Indian Ocean, about twelve hundred miles east of Africa.«

… interspersed with racial condescension...

»The country is a mix of Indian, African, and French descendants, and if this little table of gorgeously colored people was any indication, the mix is a good one.«

… that is only ever rivalled by the condescending title - “Breeding”... What a word when applied to human beings, friends of the author’s even.

Meanderingly, Newman tells us clumsily about her ancestors…

»So it was my maternal line’s wandering, ambivalent soul that made its way to me. And at thirty-one, I had one regret in my life: I had never lived in another country. I decided to dodge depression and the dates my friends were finding me on the Internet by spending this last job-hunt-free hiatus pretending that I lived in another country for a few months.«

… and she’s going to fulfill her life’s dream to live abroad, among the common people. Lacking the practical skills and common sense to actually do so, she does the next best thing: She pretends to.

Newman desperately tries to be funny or at least provoking in order to get noticed:

»The nice thing about a gay club is there is no possible way to be the sluttiest person in the room.«

Either she really means that or she thinks she’s being funny. I’m not sure what I find more disturbing.

At one point, Newman really seems to find love: In Argentine, Newman meets an almost-priest whom she promptly calls “Father Juan”. Juan is one of the few guys Newman seems to let come close and when she talks about Juan, you feel for once real warmth and true feelings. Which Newman immediately destroys:

»And I met a lot of other Juans.«

Tragically for her, she doesn’t. In fact, whenever she gets to take a breath - from her work as a comedy writer for television or travelling, her thoughts and her loneliness are creeping up on Newman:

»Well, hello, Void! How’d you find me way down here?! And so I asked out my Spanish teacher.«

As you can see, her answer is always the same. It’s not only the dim-witted local whom Newman seduces but it’s much less “tiresome”…

»So I would trill at cocktail parties how I loved romance abroad because I could abandon my tiresome Stateside need for quick-wittedness in a mate.«

… no, it’s her supposed friends as well. When a travelling companion, a friend of Newman’s falls ill abroad, these are her first thoughts we learn about:

»It’s hard to talk about exactly how disappointed I was about this, because it rightly makes me sound like a selfish monster. But I was. The trip was already not perfect.«

Ultimately, she gets help:

»Another thing happened in 2007: I went back to therapy, and started taking antidepressants.«

Meanwhile, Kristin Newman has told us all of the above plus how she was a stalker, in an imaginary romantic relationship, how she actively sabotages her relationships and how entitled she is (»My life was starting to become what it was supposed to be.«).
Ironically, after all this ignorance, willfully hurting people and - in hindsight, it seems - regretting it. After having been a horrible friend, in the last two chapters (and the epilogue) - those chapters that most people who liked this book did not like - in those last two chapters, Newman grows and “gets over herself” as another reviewer puts it.

We finally get to know that she knows her obsessive travelling, the random sex was actually running away and the experiences kind of… cathartic... for Newman.

Nevertheless, Newman stays Newman and her comments on the horrible death of her stepmother - culminating in »Ding-dong« - sound just like the younger her.

Thus, Kristin Newman, promising a travel memoir, delivers anecdotes about sex in exotic places and tries to be funny, knowing full well…

»But my story wasn’t ultimately a sad story«

… but still mostly so.

All the more reason to wish her and her family best of luck!


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An endless man search while telling us all that she was not on an endless man search, sigh
However, it was an entertaining book. I think reading it would have been difficult but her reading style on the audiobook was friendly, and I ended up rooting for her. There was a bit of navel gazing, but, she had the foresight to pierce it.
Overall the audiobook was an excellent 'no pressure' read that is like an afternoon with an acquaintance who likes to tell stories.

I have already told several friends of mine about this hilarious and often poignant memoir by Kristin Newman. Due to where I currently live and work in the world there are many women out there like Ms. Newman who due to the demands of their career or just because they realize that marriage and kids is not for them end up doing something else completely different than their friends and family.

Ms. Newman is a comedy writer and has written for shows like "Chuck", "How I Met Your Mother" and "That 70s Show." Being a comedy writer in L.A. sounds interesting, and readers will get some details sprinkled throughout about the writer's room and what parts of her life made it into certain episodes. However, the majority of this memoir really focuses on Ms. Newman's first love and heartbreak and how from that experience she started to travel more and got to meet some very interesting and pivotal people in her life.

As someone who only left the country for the first time when I was 25 (I went to Italy) I know how intoxicating it can be when you start to travel for the first time as a single woman. I also know how Ms. Newman feels when she starts to relate how slowly but surely all of her friends started to do normal things like get married and have kids and how out of place you feel when you are still looking for the one.

I loved reading about her adventures in Amsterdam, the Dominican Republic, Russia and a whole slew of other places. Readers will also enjoy Ms. Newman's writing style which I thought was detailed without being boring. Several times while reading I started laughing at a story she was relating. It felt as if I was hanging out with one of my friends, sipping wine, and gabbing about all of the goofy things we did while on a recent trip.

One thing that I do want to give Ms. Newman credit for is that she acknowledges at times how selfish she was during certain parts of her life. I ultimately thought this was a very self aware memoir and would definitely read something written by Ms. Newman again in the future.

I would definitely recommend!

Please note that I received this novel for free through the Amazon Vine Program and this novel will be released on May 20, 2014.

Interesting. Not my favorite travel memoir, but still interesting.

Absolutely loved it. Sparked something in me I thought I had lost.

Honestly, she seemed to fit a lot of criteria for a personality disorder: being abandoned by your father for his younger lover, having some pretty intense anxiety/depression issues, jumping anything that blinks at you ... at least she was high-functioning. /shrug

i loved this one. I usually love reading memoirs, and can find the good in all of them, even if some tend to drag on in parts a bit.

This one wasn't like that at all. I enjoyed every page and every mile we traveled.
The writing is quick, witty, amusing, entertaining and engaging.

I could identify with Kristin all the way through. I haven't done near that amount of single vacationing, but I still get her. I hope she writes another memoir in a few years....I want to know how her story continues.
And maybe if Rob has a single brother, send him my way LOL.

i loved this one. I usually love reading memoirs, and can find the good in all of them, even if some tend to drag on in parts a bit.

This one wasn't like that at all. I enjoyed every page and every mile we traveled.
The writing is quick, witty, amusing, entertaining and engaging.

I could identify with Kristin all the way through. I haven't done near that amount of single vacationing, but I still get her. I hope she writes another memoir in a few years....I want to know how her story continues.
And maybe if Rob has a single brother, send him my way LOL.

i loved this one. I usually love reading memoirs, and can find the good in all of them, even if some tend to drag on in parts a bit.

This one wasn't like that at all. I enjoyed every page and every mile we traveled.
The writing is quick, witty, amusing, entertaining and engaging.

I could identify with Kristin all the way through. I haven't done near that amount of single vacationing, but I still get her. I hope she writes another memoir in a few years....I want to know how her story continues.
And maybe if Rob has a single brother, send him my way LOL.

Beach read.

I loved this bravely honest tale of an American woman who traveled her way through her twenties and most of her thirties trying to find love (even if it was just for a night or two each time)and adventure. Her story is told through the voice of an experienced and talented comedy writer. This book speaks to the part of me who would have loved to done exactly what she did, but I didn't have the courage or financial ability to take the journey she took. A great mix of stories about the foreign lands she visited and the foreign men she spent time with, I was interested the whole way through. The fact that she had a happy ending definitely grounds her tales of singledom. I won this book via First Reads and am very glad I did.

For anyone who has traveled solo to distant lands (during their relative youth), this book just might be for you. Kristin Newman was fearless when it came to hitting the road in a distant land just to experience the ways and culture of other people (and hopefully to engage in a romantic tryst which lasts no longer than the walk to the plane's departure gate to head towards home). She, however, was not so fearless when it came to interpersonal entanglements back home. That part she clearly found to be a bit messy.

Being an accomplished sitcom writer, Newman had me busting a gut as she relayed the humorous moments of discovery during her travels. Her disappointment in a non-adventurous newbie traveler mirrored my own unfortunate experience with a similar unelightened traveler. So much of what she wrote resonated with my own personal experience (although, hers turned up the "heat" a fair bit over mine).

If human sexuality makes you queasy, you may want to pass on this one. However, Newman's descriptions are merely suggestive and not too graphic.

This memoir was a refreshing walk down memory lane and brought back a flood of warm and happy travel memories. Well done!½

The author has a very stressful job and very little time for a personal life - although she has had a few long term relationships. When her TV show goes on hiatus she travels, having sex with seemingly everyone she meets. I felt kind of sorry for her, partly because this was her life of meaningless trysts, and partly because she wrote a book documenting these exploits.

While we were breeding the author seems to have been traveling the world having sex with men from foreign countries. Her job as a writer for many popular sitcoms is barely mentioned. The book deals more with what I see as Newman's cynical views about relationships. To paraphrase - No matter how much you love each other love will die. She gets from observing her parents failed marriage. So, ninety percent of the book is her world tour of sexual encounters "love" with foreign men with a somewhat surprising ending. I just think that she finally matures. For a comedy writer this book is not very humorous. I enjoyed it because it was well written and had a voyeuristic kind of appeal.

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