“Why I Hate Green Beans” by Lincee Ray
Book: “Why I Hate Green Beans: And Other Confessions about Relationships, Reality TV, and How We See Ourselves” by Lincee Ray
Published by Fleming H. Revell Company on 6th February, 2018
Genres: Comedy, Nonfiction
Format: Paperback, 208 pages
Source: Revell Reads (received in exchange for a review)
If there is one thing Lincee Ray has learned over the years, it’s that the majority of women on the planet struggle with insecurities. Our skinny jeans mock us. Our just-trying-to-help mothers are just driving us crazy. Our social media feeds taunt us with everyone else’s picture-perfect lives. It’s enough to send you on a gummy-bear bender while binge-watching Friends reruns and not showering for a week. Lincee knows. She’s been there. Right there, in fact. Gummy bears and all.
For every woman who’s ever wondered if she’s unlovable, uninteresting, or unattractive, Lincee offers her particular brand of hilarious (and hard-hitting) self-reflection. Like a true friend, she shows us that the fastest way to happiness is to embrace ourselves in all our imperfection, trust that God knew what he was doing when he made us, and maybe go buy a new tube of mascara.
I never thought I could get so into a nonfiction novel not written by someone I already loved (Mindy Kaling, Shonda Rimes to name a couple). I’ve never heard of Lincee Ray or her blog, but then I only watched The Bachelor until I realized the superficiality of it all and my disinterest in watching reality television perpetuate the stereotypical man’s world I lived in. If I was as into it as I am Degrassi, I’d know almost everything about the show and the major players in the media who cover it and create controversial discussions that make you want to cry because someone mentioned the JT Yorke of Bachelor, and it’s too soon.
She’s a blogger. For her, it just happened. Too many times, I read this book and thought, This girl gets it. A couple of times, I read it and fell in love with how well she articulated the camaraderie between a blogger and their readers, and how those readers and that blog can be the pair of what keeps the blogger going—what makes them get out of bed at the very least, when showering is the least of their worries and nothing else seems to matter in the world as they watch soap operas long completed or cancelled.1
Quotes like these:
“Words are my life. Writing comes easily to me, yet I can’t seem to convery how my website has affected me in ways I could never imagine. Hear me when I say it has nothing to do with the mechanics or stories. It has everything to do with the people on the other side of the screen who take time out of their day to read what I put our there on a weekly basis.”
and, some 20 pages later:
“The one shining light was my website. . . . The community I found there quite literally helped me get out of bed. I had purpose. I didn’t care if my purpose was to report who would . . . The website was like oxygen. The readers were my support system. Together they were my lifeline.
I believe God made writers so others could put into words what we can’t ourselves, and Lincee Ray is one of those people for me.
I don’t quite know how to review this book. My usual method doesn’t work.
Was it well-written? Indeed.
Did I relate? Yes.
Did I feel like I was engaged in a conversation with a friend? Yes. Truth be told, it helped boost my confidence to actually be myself instead of forever shielding parts of it away. It all comes out eventually, so why not be the prime source for juicy gossip regarding Jane Lawson?
Is it full of pop culture references that tickle my fancy more than that of a Degrassi reference in a third-party show? Definitely.
Am I surprised I actually liked a nonfiction Christian genre book? Absolutely.
Do I like green beans? Sure—let me just drizzle olive oil and salt over them, and bake them in the oven for 40 minutes first. Mmm, roasted green beans.
I regret to inform you, dear reader, that green beans are not in season at the moment, so I did not get to enjoy any whilst reading this book—and I am not about to open a can of them instead. After having ’em fresh, I don’t want to go back. It’s not just the taste of fresh veggies—the color is bright and vibrant and wow-worthy.
- For the record, my poison of choice was always Dexter. I’m morbid like that. Lincee’s was Friends, a much less disturbing work. ↩