I was given the task of writing a book review for Dirty Rush two weeks ago, and because I’m a responsible adult, it only took me sixteen days to do it. For whatever reason, I was stuck. I attempted this review probably ten different times, but nothing worked. Then, finally, something clicked.
I spent my Sunday morning couponing, then grocery shopping, then preparing a month’s worth of freezer dinners. For seven hours, I stood in the kitchen and I sautéed and browned and baked and mixed and diced and wrapped. I took a break at 3 p.m. to transfer laundry from the washer to the dryer and then another one a few hours later to pay the bills. All the while, this review loomed in the back of my mind like some sort of homework assignment I didn’t have the proficiency to complete. I was in the middle of mentally drafting an email to my boss, explaining that, yet again, I would need an extension, when my best friend (and little) called and interrupted.
One hour later, I felt like a new person. For sixty whole minutes, I didn’t have to act like a grown-up. I didn’t have to worry about dinners or laundry or bills or whether or not I had remembered to put out the recycling on time. Nope. Thanks to that phone call, for sixty whole minutes, I got to relax and reminisce about college and gossip about what everyone’s up to these days. It was wonderful. And it reminded me that sometimes, in order to stay sane, you have to stop being a grown-up for a bit. You have to let yourself not worry about the dinners or laundry or bills or whether or not you had remembered to put out the recycling.
Once I came to this profound (#jokes) realization, I was able to go to my computer and write this review. As you’re reading this, I’m sure there are a million little things running around in the back of your mind: things you should be doing, things you shouldn’t be doing, and things your boss already thinks you’re doing that you’re not. But in order to not completely lose your damn mind, you have to shut it off every now and then. You have to chat on the phone with your little, you have to watch trashy reality shows, and you have to pour a nice big
glass bottle of wine and read books like Dirty Rush.
Perhaps my favorite thing about Dirty Rush is that it’s an easy read — and that’s not to belittle the story or the writing or the characters, because those are all great. But I know that you all lead busy lives. I know that you spend all day mentally exhausting yourself (or at least pretending to) and that come the evening or the weekend, the last thing you want to do is read something that requires a thesaurus or Google translate. Luckily for you, Dirty Rush requires neither. It’s just a really funny, really chill, really relatable book that will have you laughing and nodding in agreement. This book isn’t going to change your life, but it will make you remember a life you once led, and I think that counts for a lot. It will make you want to call your college roommates and say, “Hey, remember that time when…?” It will get you on Facebook between chapters, looking at old pictures from mixers and exchanges and formals. It will have you smiling and reminiscing and remembering old friends. And most importantly, it will have you forgetting to be an adult — even if it’s just for an hour or two. It will have you forgetting about your responsibilities and bills and your shitty landlord, and instead, it will have you searching Orbitz for cheap tickets to this year’s Homecoming.
Dirty Rush tells the tale of a freshman girl, Taylor Bell, experiencing all college has to offer: Greek life, parties, boys, and even a little bit of studying. It offers a hilarious and memory-filled escape from the monotonous routine of cubicle life — and, really, isn’t that all you’re ever looking for, anyway? Dirty Rush hits stores January 13. You can read the first three chapters here and see what I mean..