Miranda Hart helps me to sleep. I have mentioned before that I use audiobooks as a largely-effective insomnia deterrent. I realise as I write this that it sounds like an insult to say that a book really helps me to sleep, but it is not intended that way at all. When I say that Is It Just Me? Miranda Hart’s hilarious memoir has me snoozing by 1am at the latest, I mean it as a compliment. I mean that Miranda’s funny stories soothe my anxieties enough that I am able to sleep.
We’re all had cause to wonder is it just me? Life is full of inopportune moments waiting to be handled poorly: Foot in the mouth moments, toilet roll on your shoe moments, accidentally assaulting a guitar player with a wayward maraca moments (maybe not that one).
Miranda Hart navigates them with the right amount of humour and self-awareness. She embraces the silliness of it all rather than allowing herself to be defeated by embarrassment.
Throughout, Miranda also tackles the difficulties of handling the life you planned versus the life that you actually have. She does this through conversations with her eighteen-year-old self. Suffice to say the world that she inhabits now is not the one that she pictured for herself at school. Her younger self imagined an adulthood complete with husband, children and a high flying political career that had blossomed by the age of twenty-five. Instead she is single and has an amazing career in comedy, which has forged a meaningful connection between herself and thousands of people. That career had not, however, flourished by the time she turned twenty-five.
Each chapter left me with the strong impression of a woman comfortable being exactly who she is. I loved it.