Tig Notaro’s autobiography, I’m Just a Person was a quick, down and dirty read that didn’t have a lot to it. Not knowing her, I wasn’t aware of her story and I enjoyed learning it – what a wild ride her year was – intestinal disease, breakup, mother’s death, and double breast cancer. However, perhaps in her style (though I don’t know it), the text was spare and unemotional. I finished it in an evening, but don’t know that I would recommend it unless you are a fan of hers and want to know more about this time in her life.