This book was a Christmas gift, and Miranda has made me laugh since I saw her as part of a duo in Edinburgh probably 15+ years ago at the Festival.
Her humour appeals to me, at least, as she can be clumsy and awkward, and life decisions can be a trial, but she attempts to make light of troubles and gets on with things. The book is a manual of sorts for life, as she says, a Miran-ual. Throughout she gives advice to her 18-year-old self, on topics such as technology, health, music and dating. It is hilarious, as it is much like attempting to explain, for example, social networking, to your parents or grandparents.
Miranda upholds the idea of hobbies helping to fill spare time, but bemoans that getting older seemed to mean you had to get serious about your choice of hobbies. Doing handstands or forward rolls in the garden was a fun way to spend time when you were seven, but is sadly frowned upon when you are *ahem* twenty-seven. She advocates trying to do a forward roll now, and it is tempting, or is it just me?
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