How Not To Be a Boy

This was a good read. Webb's sincere and frank account of his life to date was absorbing and I struggled to put this aside. He speaks frankly about his views on stereotypes and the subsequent pressures experienced particularly by young men, who were courageous, concise and inspiring. The reason why he does not get 5 stars is that he is a little "ranty" in parts and some of his justifications for his opinions occasionally did not seem so objective. But their honest history fills this gap and I felt that it poses in a more than adequate way a key issue of gender bias in British society and its negative effects. And it gives a good reflection on a positive change for which Webb must be given credit. If I ever meet Webb, I would probably say 'Thank you for writing your book. It helped a little. ' It's that kind of reading.

The most amazing book of the year for me, both in terms of how entertaining I found Robert's clumsy stories about his childhood and his desire to be the "child" that his family and society expected from him, and also what impact an argument had about masculinity.

Interesting and sad Exit if it is a suitable gift for a grandchild at Christmas, but I enjoyed it very much, without knowing anything about the author before.

An excellent book. I really enjoyed every aspect and it made me appreciate Robert Webb even more. I was always a fan of the peep show, and to read the story of Robert's childhood and his journey through life, he was warm, honest, sad (sometimes) and funny. I can not recommend this enough. The multiple-choice questionnaire made me laugh so much, I spat my tea!

While I know Robert Webb in the context of his television / acting work, he certainly would not be classified as a "fan". - I've never seen Peep Show, for example. So I bought this on the basis of a newspaper review, since it seemed like I could relate to that. It was true! First of all, it is beautifully written and it is an entertaining and enjoyable read, despite the subject matter, which is treated honestly and almost painfully. However, for me, both of that just felt "true". There were numerous aspects in which I felt "that exactly describes / how I felt / what I did". In short, I loved it, I learned from it and it helped me to realize that "it's not just me". € ?? - What I did know, but it was very well placed. And, frankly, any book that makes reference to Prince â € œSometimes it snows in Aprilâ €? (twice, I think) I would always get 5 stars in my book.

This is an autobiography with a point of view. The point of view takes the title but it is honesty and lack of love that helps it to do so. So funny that I laughed out loud and so moving and wise that I cried and sent people that I love the whole pages to share with me. I can not recommend enough

A bold and terrifyingly honest account. Occasionally he goes through the gag (comedic writers ... how they look like!) A little bit often to keep the resonance of the events of his life, but he did it to me. They both snort with laughter and clean a small tear ... thank you for sharing your life. It made me think a lot about mine.

You just read this absorbing and entertaining book. Without giving anything that could spoil the reader's amusement, I will only say that I identify with the intimate stories and "adventures" that Robert relates in such a personal way, and I find myself laughing and ahhh ... in everything. Although it is quite light reading, it is also very absorbing and his words paint very clear images, especially from his childhood. I did not know much about Robert Webb before this, but I certainly feel that I know him quite well now ...

Human, human and hilarious Webb puts in writing what many of us must have felt during parts of our adolescence. The style is easy, sometimes funny, sometimes tragic; unpolished in delivery and sometimes heartbreakingly honest, sometimes shy and discreet. Along the way there are mini-polemics about identity, masculinity, relationships and emotion. Webb portrays his life to date in a series of vignettes that vary from the banal to the deeply introspective to a broader questioning of the world in which he grew up. The narrative is driven in large part by extracts from his diary, and punctuated by his conversations. The old me from a year ago with the teenager Robert, the twenty-year-old Robert. There is a sense of the ridiculous throughout these moments, the benefit of a retrospective that throws a perspective of the young person's feelings; it is not that they are less deeply felt at the moment. Webb's prose is fluid, fast, legible and the pages fly by. There is an accumulation of momentum that ends suddenly; the book ends almost with a sigh, as if the author were happy to have told this story, and raised many more questions than he can (or claims) to answer. It seemed more a starting point for my own reflection, rather than a conclusive memory: as Webb implies, life is very continuous, rather than a state that is eventually reached. It makes us laugh, it makes us think, from time to time you pee your eyes. I read the book in two weekend sessions, and I felt encouraged, encouraged and a little more human at the end.

I loved this book. It is much more than a memory. It is thoughtful and fun, sad and powerful, all rolled up. I finished it in a day. It has a lot to say about the pressures that society exerts on men to harden themselves, to keep quiet about their problems, to be up to what men are expected to be, and what toxic environment it can be, not only for men themselves, but all around them. I make it sound like a 'worthy' reading, and it is, but not in the pejorative sense. It is much better than that. I am struggling to find the best word to describe how valuable it is, and the best I can think of is that it is human, and in today's world that is quite valuable.