If you’re familiar with Hannah Gadsby’s body of work, in particular her show Nanette, then you have a good idea what the tone of this book is. This memoir is cleverly structured, taking your through Hannah Gadsby’s childhood, teen years, days at uni, her early career, and the big life changes that brought her to writing her shows Nanette and Douglas. If you’ve seen those shows, the material is familiar, but it’s written in such a touching and thoughtful way and with new details that even knowing they outline of the story, I couldn’t turn this off.

Additionally, the book spends a fair amount of time walking through what it was like growing up in Tasmania in the 90s, when homosexuality was illegal there. I can’t help but think how important this story is in a time when the lives of trans kids are constantly debated. Gadsby has given us the gift of her story and insight into the very personal consequences for the people under debate.

This was a really touching and wonderful memoir and I recommend it. But keep a box of tissues nearby. This book made me openly weep.