Author: Miranda Hart
The next book in my month of entertainment autobiographies was Is it Just Me? by Miranda Hart. Miranda is an actress and comedienne I’ve got plenty of time for – I’ve never really seen her self-titled sitcom, but her increasingly-fleeting appearances in BBC’s “Call the Midwife” are always appreciated in our household. I picked this up in a charity shop a couple of years ago (Oxfam in Banbury I believe – if only I could remember other things as well as I do book purchases) and I’d been looking forward to reading it ever since. Oh, how sweet anticipation is often crushed by miserable reality.
So as it turns out, Is it Just Me? Is not an autobiography. I repeat, not an autobiography. The book is in fact a series of discussions of various aspects of life, such as love, family and growing up, in Miranda’s quirky style – as in, “Is it just me who thinks x about y?” The book mainly takes the format of conversations with the reader in addition to numerous interruptions from Miranda’s “younger self”. Through witty anecdotes, Miranda presents her thoughts on how the world might be a better place.
What a disappointment! Maybe it’s a decent book but it was really not what I wanted and was therefore a big let-down. The interludes from “young Miranda” were incredibly annoying and the anecdotes seemed, frankly, like something out of a sitcom – I would be surprised if a single one were true. Heck, maybe Hart has led an unbelievably embarrassing life, but I doubt it. The worst thing of all was that I learned practically nothing about Miranda’s life. Instead of finishing a book and feeling smarter/culturally enriched/well-informed, I pretty much felt duped. It won’t really change my opinion of Miranda as a person or an actress/comedienne – it was fully in keeping with her persona, and as I say might be a happy read if you know what you’re expecting. But still. Not for me.
My rating: 4/10